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I obeyed instantly, because I had been waiting for a moment like this for the rest of my life. I spread my legs wide and played with my dripping pussy. Kai joined me, teasing my folds with his fingers before rubbing his cock around my entrance, slipping just the head in and out, torturing me until I grew even hornier. “Fuck me please,” I pleaded with Kai. “You're gonna have to call my name,” he said, pushing a finger inside my wet pussy. I moaned softly, creaming on the bed as my juices flowed. He slowly added a second finger and continued fingering me deeply.

“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.”

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

Fuck, having hot sexual intercourse with more than one person is all I can think of. To be frank, it has been approximately three years since I have been intimate with a guy. Lately all my imagination and the dreams revolve around fucking more than one man simultaneously. I imagine myself surrounded by different attractive men, finding pleasure and ecstasy as they all fuck and feast on my body at the same time. All those taboo, hot, sultry and erotic thoughts make me feel like a whore disguised as a corporate Canadian woman most of the time. But I tell myself that I cannot possibly be the only woman on earth with such a wild and erotic imagination.

Anything. Aaron’s hands were everywhere, rough and insistent. He gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, the cool granite biting into her bare thighs as her short dress hiked up dangerously high. The pink lace thong was exposed again, damp from her earlier masturbation and the dream’s lingering heat. He stepped between her legs, forcing them apart with his hips, and she felt it—the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her core through his jeans. “Aaron… we can’t,” she gasped, breaking the kiss, her voice a shaky whisper. But even as she said it, her hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more friction.

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—He whispers in my ear, "Anyone can come in right now. —My mind clouds as I feel something hard brushing against my intimacy until it releases..... —I can stop myself if that's what you want. —smiles sideways —That's what I thought. It was a bomb of emotions that exploded when I felt it, my soul vibrated wanting more, I cling to him while silencing my voice as he held a kiss so voracious and intense that I was lost in the madness of the aphrodisiac pleasure that my body was feeling I lean my body back and his hand holds me so he can get closer to me, his voice telling me what I am drives me crazy and I smile like a slut asking for more in murmurs but he orders me not to hold back. My body te

On the outskirts of Chicago, inside an abandoned subway tunnel, an intersex junior high school student with massive tits was writhing in a daze. His thumb and forefinger were holding his small jade stick that was erect and producing turbid liquid. Meanwhile, his other three fingers were clasped into his fat and tender lower mouth to masturbate. His white and tender fingers were holding his sensitive clitoris, twisting and kneading it. His other hand was inside his school uniform, holding his plump breasts and pinching his nipples. His fingers were clutching tightly into his white, tender, and full bosom, sending a high and aching current of pleasure through his body.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."