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I looked down to my nipples amd fuck they were hard. I was a virgin not a prude. When I said I read books for a living, not all of the books are motivational books just quarter. Most of what I read, are erotic romance, one shots and stuffs like that. So I knew stuff. I hated porn but when it came to reading smut, I was like boss in that aspect. I liked imagining what they were doing while just reading it, it was in my head and I liked it that way. Jack was full of surprises, he was acting like a fucking submissive, I mean what the fuck. The way he moaned, the way he handled my tits, I wanted more, like more.

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“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

“Ahhhh! Oh baby… mmm.” Finally, I slow, body glowing, smiling at the camera. “Whew, that was epic. Thanks for watching Khalifa get off. Subscribe to my OnlyFans for more exclusive fun—custom vids, live shows, you name it. Love you, cum sluts.” I blew a kiss, still flushed.

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"Fuck, I promise you're going to sit for breakfast with my cum dripping through your panties while I smile at your mom, thinking what I've done to her daughter without her knowing." "You're sick," I moaned, but I cum twice more before he even finished. He pulled out, and his cum pulled a rope across my stomach. He rubbed it with his palm, smearing it like he was drawing something. I lay there, coated in him, inside and out, watching him smear his cum on my skin until even my pussy clenched. "Let's quickly go and take a shower before our parents come down and find us like this," he said. "It'll be too bad if we get caught."

No, not at all. “Ohhh...” Sienna smirked. “That’s where it’s going!” She’d never seen or done this particular movement before... A rimjob as they call it. The man ran his tongue across the girl’s puckering asshole. He gripped the cheeks with each hand, spreading them far apart, forcing his tongue deep into the delicious hole. “Wow!” Sienna shouted, falling momentarily to the floor. This adventurous turn of events proved too much for her senses.

She stroked my throbbing cock with deliberate slowness, her soft palm gliding up and down the shaft while her thumb circled the swollen cap, smearing the thick beads of precum that leaked from the slit. I bit down on my lip to stifle a guttural groan, fuck her touch was worlds apart from Jenna's hesitant fumbling. This was pure expertise, decades of knowing exactly how to unravel a man with every twist and squeeze, her fingers curling just right to hit that sensitive spot under the ridge.

I feel the raw, aching need between us. His pace quickens suddenly. His hands lift me up and then slam me down hard. The desk groans in protest beneath us. I scream as my body starts to shake. The pleasure explodes through me like a beautiful firework. He groans right after me. His cock twitches wildly. I feel him spill inside me. Hot cum floods my pussy in thick pulses. The warmth spreads everywhere and mixes with my own juices. That sensation triggers my final orgasm. It arrives as a stunning wave of pure bliss. My pussy milks him dry with rhythmic squeezes. We cling to each other desperately. Romance seals the moment forever. The smut we just shared stands as a testament to our unbreakabl

Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.” I felt a drool slip out of my mouth. I wiped it off and for the first time, the corners of my lips curved up. “I’m a slut.” It was a confession, one I had longed to say out loud. “Shit boys, we’ve got ourselves a real one here.” that was Green eyes. I felt cinnamon spank my ass, I gasped out. “Get on your knees, Slut” I didn’t care who the order came from, I scrambled to my knees without a second of hesitation.