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“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

“Fuck. Fuck.” India craved that burst of male heat inside her, not trapped in a condom. She wanted to stand up and see his seed trickling out of her sated and swollen sex. “God, woman, the things you do to me.” After he pulled out, India collapsed on the bed. Vaguely she heard the toilet flush. The rustle of his clothes. Then his yummy scent surrounded her. “Mmm. Can you stay and punish me some more since I tricked you?”

‘You’re so good at that,’ she’d pant, and I’d glance up to see my girlfriend looking down at me, her big brown eyes half-shut with pleasure, her cheeks flushed pleasantly. ‘I love to make you feel good, baby,’ I’d murmur into her pussy. Fucking her harder with my fingers. Some nights, we’d get out the vibrators and strap-ons, but not tonight—tonight, I wanted to go bananas on my hot, submissive, Indian lover all on my own steam. Kali wasn’t my first girlfriend, but I was hers. Before me, she had only dated men. We had met at the party of a mutual college friend, got drunk, and ended up kissing ... and that was history.

“Fuck yourself deep while you serve them. I want to see how much you love being a locked cuck.” Mark’s tiny pink cage throbbed as he positioned the thick dildo under himself. With his face burning, he lowered his ass onto it right there in front of everyone. The fat head stretched his hole wide, making him whimper as he sank down inch by inch until it was buried deep inside him. “Yes… like that, faggot.” Cindy moaned as her first bull mounted her. Chinedu slammed into Cindy’s cum-filled cunt and bred her hard. Mark watched inches away as he released rope after rope pumped into his wife’s womb, the moment Chinedu pulled out, Mark crawled to him, dildo still lodged in his ass.

And I was lying naked in the billionaire’s bed, dripping with his release, waiting for him to come back and use me again. The door opened and closed. Locked. Damien crossed the room without a word, stripped the sweatpants off, and climbed over me. He was fully hard again, thick and heavy, the head already slick. He didn’t ask. He simply lined up and pushed back into me in one long, relentless stroke until he bottomed out.

You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole. *Opening the door, you freeze seeing Stefanie Meijer, Mark's 40-year-old married mom, on the bed with your laptop open, voluptuous figure in a form-fitting designer dress hugging her big breasts and thick thighs, long black hair draped over shoulders, ocean blue eyes scrolling your filthy collection, full pink lips parted in arousal, plump pink cunt soaking through her no-underwear dress as she bites her lip schemingly.*

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

Sweat slicked our skin, the basement air thick with the scent of sex, my cries growing hoarse as Tony face-fucked me in sync, his balls tapping my chin. The coil in my belly wound tighter, every nerve ending firing….the burn in my ass from Jay's thick shaft slamming in repeatedly, the raw ache in my jaw from Tony's thrusts, the stinging heat on my skin from the endless slaps and twists. Jerry's hand snaked between my legs, fingers brushing my clit roughly, circling once before pinching it, the sudden spark pushing me over. I came hard, walls convulsing around nothing, a muffled scream vibrating through Tony as my body shook, ass milking Jay's cock in waves.