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They left after some hourse to wash up themselves,they did their pedicure and manicure. "I look muah" Kinky said and pecked Naoh who took pictures of them. They both tie the towel round their waist, Kinky's hair was style into another shape so was Noah too. "You're so pretty" one of the workers said to Kinky. "Thanks Hun,like my pretty lady she has pretty face and sexy shape right daddy?" She asked Naoh and he nodded positively. "Your mummy is the most beautiful pretty lady"He said and Kinky blushed.

The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties. The moment her dark eyes landed on me, a slow smile spread across her face. She sauntered over with her hips swaying rhythmically, wrapping her soft, bare arms around my neck. "Mmm... you kept me waiting, Hillian," she purred softly, burying her face against the crook of my neck and kissing her way up to my jaw. "And here I thought changing the spot from the lake house to a hotel meant you were getting impatient." Her hands slid down my chest, coming to rest over my lower belly, her warm body pressing flush against mine.

I imagined him fingering me ruthlessly, his movements fast and demanding, forcing me to come for him. My breath came in ragged gasps. My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I was so close, the tension so high that I felt like I might snap. I imagined him leaning down to kiss me, his tongue sliding into my mouth while his fingers continued to ravage my pussy, driving me deeper into a state of mindless pleasure.

Kane laid her on the blanket, ate her pussy until she squirted, then fucked her in multiple positions: missionary, doggy, and her riding him reverse cowgirl so he could watch his cock disappear into her. Evening in front of the fireplace — slow, sensual at first, then rough. He tied her hands with his belt, edged her for nearly an hour, then fucked her ass deep and hard while rubbing her clit. “Take every inch in your tight little ass. My perfect A+ student.” Dirty talk flowed constantly: “My cumdump,” “Professor’s personal slut,” “This body is only for me.” Jealousy flared whenever he remembered the restaurant stares, making him fuck her even harder.

A text from Kane. Spread your legs a little wider while you speak. My face heated up. I shifted my stance. Opened my legs just enough. The short skirt rode up slightly. No one else could see but I knew he could. He texted again. Touch yourself. Slowly. Do not stop talking. My hand trembled as I kept speaking about revenue forecasts. Under the table where no one could see I slid my fingers under my skirt. I touched my clit. It was swollen and slippery. I rubbed slow circles while I talked about market trends.

Kim gently grabbed my balls and sucked my nipple hard, gently biting at it. "Well, since you asked, yes, I've had something on my mind, that really gets me wet." She responded. "Honey, I love you, you have such a dirty mind!" I add. "Well, we'll see how much you love my dirty mind after I tell you my kinky fantasies." She comments. "Please, do tell!" I ask.

My clit is throbbing, a rhythmic ache that demands attention, and I press my legs together harder, biting my lip to stifle a whimper that would echo too loudly in the empty office. This isn't a new obsession. This fantasy has been my constant companion for two years now, ever since the day Julian Callahan walked into this office like he owned the world, which, in every way that matters, he does. It started innocently enough at first. I was fresh out of business school, twenty-four and eager, landing this executive assistant gig through sheer luck and a killer interview.

"Yeah.” ‎He led me to the bookshelf and wrapped the rope around my wrist tightly but not too tight. He took my other wrist and pulled both of my arms behind my back, securing them. I involuntarily pushed my chest forward. My nipples hardened instantly and the visible peaks made his gaze drop and linger. ‎I had never really been the kinky kind. All my previous lovers had been boring, but deep down, I knew this was what I wanted. I wanted this excitement. I wanted this man before me to do completely as he pleased with my body.

I slipped my hand inside my panties and touched myself directly, gasping at how wet and slippery I had become. I imagined him pushing me gently against his desk, lifting my skirt, and sliding his hand between my legs. In my fantasy, his fingers were veiny and muscular as they explored me, rubbing my clit and then pushing slowly inside me. “Oh…” I whispered, my hips rocking against my own hand. I pushed one finger inside myself, then two, pumping them slowly while my thumb continued rubbing my clit. The fantasy became more vivid. I saw Mr. Blackwood unbuckling his belt, pulling out his thick cock, and rubbing the head against my virgin entrance.

My family would have been humiliated. So I married him knowing he would never really want me. Never really satisfy me. Never give me what I needed in bed. And I decided right then that I wouldn't settle for a sexless marriage just because my husband preferred dick. The mechanic doesn't know about the neighbor's brother. The neighbor's brother doesn't know about the mechanic. My husband doesn't know about either of them. And I'm keeping it that way. Because this arrangement works. I get the hard rough sex I crave. I get variety. I get to explore every kink and desire my body has without judgment or hesitation.