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He lay quietly while his cock softened and, eventually slipped out of her pussy, releasing a gusher of juices that ran all over both their bodies. A supremely happy Tanya remained sprawled on top of Peter, reveling in the terrific time she had that afternoon. Riding her trusty stallion all over the big apartment and slapping him with the riding crop had been a tremendous sexual thrill and, after he ate her pussy to one orgasm and fucked her to another, she could hardly ask for more. She was already looking forward to the next time she would saddle up Old Dobbin and enjoy those same services. The time was available, and she was considering suggesting another session the next day. Even more in

Doing two girls with the same one was beyond thoughtless and gross. My drawstring shorts were barely cinched up when the doorbell rang. Thankfully it was Odette. Extra special was Odette wanted to get freaky with me - she brought a dildo and some lube. The problem with having a vast variety of sex was that fewer and fewer things were new and remembering how exciting it was your first time with a given kink gets tougher.

"You don't need to be embarrassed. Come on! Who doesn't like fun sex? There is one just three shops down and then you take a left. You can't miss it.” I thanked her and hurried down. “One shop, two, three and left…oh my God!” I was dumbstruck as I stood in front of a store. The neon lighys burned bright and the sales attendants were all walking around in skimpy sexy lingerie with fishnets and heels. Some even had head bands with furry cat or puppy ears. “KinkyFucks. That's one way to name a store. Alright, Enora. Deep breath." I tried to calm myself and went into the store. For a sex shop, it smelled strongly of lavender.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

“Then get on your knees and start cleaning the shelves behind me.” I obeyed, heart hammering. The shelves were already spotless, but I knew this wasn’t really about cleaning. I dropped to my knees on the thick carpet and began dusting the lower shelves, my short uniform riding up to expose my bare ass and pussy. Derick turned in his chair, watching me. “Higher,” he said. “Reach up.” I stretched, arching my back. The position pushed my ass toward him. I heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled, then his zipper. My mouth watered.

They were beautiful in a rugged, outdoorsy way—fit, with the kind of bodies that spoke of hiking and climbing, not gym selfies. The scene was a tangle of limbs and pleasure. One of the younger women, a blonde with wild, curly hair, was on her hands and knees. A man with a thick, muscular build and a cock that looked average in length but impressively girthy was kneeling behind her, his hands gripping her wide, swaying hips. He was fucking her, his balls slapping against her pussy with each deep, driving thrust. “Oh fuck, yes, that feels so good,” the blonde moaned, her head hanging low, her back arched. “You're so fucking good.”

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

“I love black holes.” I squirmed in my seat. “What are you doing?” I looked around. We were near the back of the planetarium with no one around them, but we were still in public. When I felt Kai’s hand slide inside my pants, his fingers finding my wet folds, I let out a hiss. I gripped the armrests as he slipped up and down my slit. “Kai, we shouldn’t do this. Not here.”

Pain sparked straight to my clit. Ryde yanked my leggings down to mid-thigh in one rough pull. No panties; laundry day had been three cities ago. Cold air hit my soaked cunt. Kai didn’t hesitate, he spat on his fingers, shoved two inside me without warning. Thick, calloused, curling hard against that spot that made my hips buck. I cried out.

The moment the door closed, Alexander pulled her across his lap, her knees straddling his thighs. “Lift your skirt,” he ordered quietly. She obeyed instantly, bunching the fabric around her waist. Cool air kissed her bare, dripping sex. Alexander unzipped his trousers and freed his cock—still hard, thick, and glistening with the remnants of her first orgasm. He didn’t enter her. Instead, he positioned her so the heavy length rested between her slick folds, the underside rubbing against her swollen clit. “Ride it slowly,” he commanded. “No penetration. Just grind on my cock like the desperate little whore you are until we get home.”