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groaned Fred, grabbing Claire's shining red hair and immediately starting to fuck her mouth forcefully, his flabby hips hunching up off the car seat as he shoved his cock deep into her throat. After a few minutes of letting Fred repeatedly jam his cock between her full lips, Claire's eyes suddenly went wide with alarm. She gagged slightly and tried to lift her head up out of Fred's lap. Fred however, was having none of it. With both hands strongly gripping the top of Claire's head, he held her down and continued to ravenously assault her glorious mouth. It was only when Claire pointed urgently at the small bottle of Pussylicious, still resting on the seat beside Fred, that the retired lorry

My heart pounded as I leaned closer and peeked through the crack. The bed wasn’t angled toward the door, but I was able Mr. Fred's head diving between my mom’s thighs, his mouth eagerly devouring her pussy. He trailed hot kisses up her waist, latching onto her right nipple with hungry sucks while his left hand caressed her other breast. The both of them were completely naked, his massive, thick, curved cock impossible to ignore. I watched, as he slid it deep into her, her moans of ecstasy filling the air. I stood at the door, my hands roaming my body, wishing Chris would fuck me like this. Mr. Fred’s chiseled body was pure perfection—his veined muscles bulged as he gripped my mom’s legs, pul

’ With that, she’d swept away, leaving Elliot with a wrung-out mind, a wrung-out cock and a prepublication copy of a racy new novel still stuffed in his jacket pocket. A few minutes later, he was sitting at the bar with a fresh beer before him which her lingering flavour on his lips made him reluctant to lift up and drink. With the vague feeling that he’d spent the last half hour ina ‘trip’ at least twice as exotic as its contents, he took out the pristine, unhandled book and thumbed it open at page one. As he began to read, his hands shook, his flushed face drained to dead white, and his penis — unbelievably - swelled up to a new and even harder and more aching erection... Was truth strange

“Power requires witness. Fertility requires sacrifice. And because I want them to see exactly who this perfect young body belongs to now.” He pressed two fingers harder against my clit, rubbing in tight circles until my legs trembled. I grabbed his suit jacket to stay upright. “You’re already dripping for it, aren’t you?” His voice dropped even lower. “My filthy little niece. Been touching yourself thinking about your uncle’s cock while your father was dying downstairs. Such a dirty girl.” A broken moan escaped me. I was so close again right there on the edge from nothing but his hand and his filthy words. Darius suddenly pulled his hand away. I nearly cried at the loss.

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

But I stopped thinking anywhere besides that room in a house full of people, when I felt your fingers exploring me again, studying myself as a new and fun experience, making my moisture go down to your fingers. I heard a low swear word sounding from Fred's lips, and I sniffed when he slid his index finger on my entrance, making that noise as if in a pleading request for more. And Fred really answered my request. Slowly, Fred turned that finger into me, dragging himself against the sensitive walls of my intimacy. Without really finishing the movement, Fred inserted another finger, filling me, seducing me. Slowly, Fred stuck them and took them out, then decreased the space of time between each

I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.

“We should not be doing this.” “Tell me to stop then,” I growled, sucking on her neck. She did not tell me to stop. Instead, she took my hand and guided it down the front of her tiny shorts. My fingers found her completely bare. Soaked. Burning hot. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You are dripping for me.” Isabella whimpered as my fingers slid through her slick folds. “I have been wet since yesterday. Since the moment I hugged you.” I pushed two fingers inside her without warning. She was incredibly tight. Scorching hot. Her walls clenched around my fingers like velvet heat.

"These girls' bodies are really banging. There’s not one ugly one. Where's your singing bird?" When Fred realized he was provoking me, he burst out laughing and clapped his hand against his chin. I wished I could shield Iris from his gaze. "I don't see anything special about them," I said instead. "The girls are all the same to me. You probably need to get laid." "Oh, shut up," Fred said playfully, taking my glass and drowning the remaining contents. "You've been celibate since Isabella's death, and you are the one to speak? You could use a good fuck or two. I'll give you some tips."

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.