It Ends With Us Sex Scenes Novels & Stories

God, I had no idea life could be so fun when I did not have to think about them. My partner called me and started an online meeting. Excited, they told me the project ended perfectly on their side. The path had been hard. Fortunately, the end was perfect. It did not get in the way of us making money. I had to ask, though. I wanted to know what happened after I dropped out of the project. My partner thought I was just being curious. "Nothing much. Claude Group's representative got fired because he made a big blunder. Ms. Claude treated him like he was the most important thing to her. I thought they had a fling. Guess not."

I collapse between them, shaking, cum leaking from my ruined pussy, completely destroyed. Lena kisses me softly, then looks straight into the still-rolling cameras with a satisfied, wicked smile. “Cut,” she whispers. “That’s a wrap.” But as Kane pulls out and more of his cum drips from me, Lena leans in close to my ear and whispers the final twist: “This footage isn’t for the movie, darling. It’s for us. And we’re going to need many, many more private rehearsals.” The End.

Eric continued to pound her, grunting and moaning, "Gonna cummmmm, too...fuckin' close...uhhhh...uhhhh...fuckin' finish me off...take it...fuck me...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...fuck me...squeeze that big dick...yeah...cummmmming...cummmmmming!" After dropping another load in her pussy, even more bubbled out when he humped to a finish. When he finally pulled out, it trickled out around his dick. He flopped next to Laura; his dick was shiny with seed and bobbing in the air. Well-fucked and completely satisfied, the three of us fall back into the couch. The odor of sex filled the room...the couch was moist and our movie was done; we ignore the lame music and the home screen, that keeps cycl

“I’m not ready for it to be the last one.” “Neither am I.” He leaned down and kissed me once more, softer this time. “But if it has to be… at least it’s honest. Raw. Completely us.” I lay there in the tangled sheets with his cum slowly seeping out of me, the camera dark now, the file already saved. We had filmed one final, intense video—unrestrained, emotional, filthy—so that no matter what came next, we would always have the proof of exactly what we were to each other. And part of me already knew we would watch it more than once.

Nipple clamps on both—tugging chains while scissoring. Orgasms blurred—countless, each more intense. Squirting, screaming, begging. By Sunday morning—bodies bruised, pussies sore—we lay spent. But the retreat ended Sunday night. Parents home soon. “One more,” she whispered. We did—slow, tender—fingers only—coming quietly, foreheads together. The rain finally stopped—as if the storm had spent itself, like us.

Lu, maintained his pace, his mouth working tirelessly to bring Conrad to his peak. With a final groan, Conrad reached his climax. Lu pulled away, a smirk playing on his lips as he swallowed the evidence of Conrad's pleasure. The room was silent for a moment, the air filled with the aftermath of their shared moment. Lu looked up, his eyes meeting mine, a spark of mischief and satisfaction dancing in their depths. The scene had reached its climax, leaving us all breathless and wanting more. The night was still young, and there was no telling what other pleasures awaited us.

Wave after wave of pleasure consumed her until she slipped into unconsciousness. Mike released her throat, driving deep into her limp body. His cum surged, filling her with hot, thick spurts that overflowed, dripping down her thighs. The cameras recorded the gush of cum and juices spilling from her ravaged pussy, a final testament to her debasement. As Mindy stirred, her body aching yet still tingling with aftershocks, Mike stood before her, a smirk curling his lips. “Give Jason my regards,” he said, his voice cold. “I hope he enjoys the show. If you ever crave a real man, you know where I am.”

"I get to be his partner but I have a lot of sexy scenes here." I almost choked on my coffee. "A what now?!" She rolled her eyes. "Sexy scenes twinning." "Does mom and dad know about this? Oh no, scratch that! Are you cool with it?" She sighed. "You know me." "Yeah! I know you damn well."

"We found Mr. Hale's personal belongings at Echo Chamber, but he's missing. There was a violent altercation there last night. The police have sealed off the area. There's blood everywhere. They say... someone died." "What?" Julia trembled violently. "Say that again?" "The police said the person who died was likely Mr. Hale."

I had just put my phone down when the screen lit up again. Several messages from an unknown number came in. They were intimate videos of Rachel and Samuel. There were also photos of Rachel with Samuel and our son, Morgan, as well as even more messages after that. [Samuel said the person he let down the most is me. He said he owes me a family.] [Cindy Wright, you took my place for a decade. It's time to give it back.] How laughable.