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I swallowed hard, "I.. I don't know I don't think -" "Do you want me or not Isabella?", he asked again, this time with a hint of desperation in his voice. I nodded, "I do". "Good, because I want you too". I'm dreaming again, aren't I? This is one of those my sex dreams isn't it? Before I could say a word, his hands slipped under my robe, going straight down and slowly under my legs. His hands played with my pussy lips. "You're wet already? damn", he mumbled.

~Lena’s POV~ “Listen,” Jasmine said, leaning forward on my couch with that wicked sparkle in her eyes, wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of her glass. “I’m telling you, there is nothing…absolutely nothing,like sliding two fingers over your clit after a long day and just letting go. Last weekend I had the apartment to myself and I swear I spent forty minutes edging and teasing my pussy until it was so swollen and wet I could hear every little stroke. When I finally rubbed hard and fast I came so hard my legs shook for ages. I still get wet thinking about it.”

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His tongue followed, slow and thorough, licking her there while two fingers pushed back into her cunt. She moaned into the mattress. He kept licking, sucking, pressing his tongue against the tight ring until her arms trembled. He straightened a moment later, lined his cock up, and pushed into her pussy again from behind. He fucked her hard enough that the bed shifted. One hand stayed on her hip. The other reached under and rubbed her clit in tight, relentless circles. “You’re going to leave these blinds open every single night,” he said between thrusts. “I don’t care if your roommate is home. I don’t care who walks through the courtyard. You’re mine to look at and mine to use.”

As the woman’s moans echoed in the bathroom, she slipped a finger into her pussy as she imagined herself as the woman. She covered her mouth with her palm to prevent her own cries of pleasure from leaking out. Soon, she could hear the wet and slurping sounds that their sex made, coupled with the sound of her pussy suctioning her fingers. This seemed to send the man off the edge for he grunted with pleasure and spanked the woman again. She let out another loud yelp and Vanessa nearly came as she envisioned the faceless man sliding in and out of her. The woman’s screams rose several decibels higher as kissing sounds followed.

"You want more of this. I can see it in your eyes." Lily’s eyes were now clouded with a mix of fear and pure lust. She was finally breaking, her hands gripping the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white. I kept the slow, teasing pace on her now-soaked panties. “No… ah… I… I don't want anything,” she rasped out. I smiled. “Really? Then read. Take your book and read.” My finger pressed, sending pressure to her needing clit. "Ahhh… I... I can't think when you do that," she gasped.

I've had this fantasy since I was nineteen years old. Not the polished version – not the softcore "oh wouldn't it be naughty" version you admit to over cocktails when someone asks your wildest fantasy. The real one. The one I play on the backs of my eyelids when my vibrator is on the highest setting and I'm chasing the orgasm that only this image delivers: me, naked, surrounded by men. Hands everywhere. Cocks everywhere. Being passed between them like something precious and filthy, the singular focus of four, five, six men who want nothing except to use my body until I can't remember my own name.

Her hand gently cupped one of my breasts as she kissed me deeper, her tongue sliding against mine. When she pulled back, she whispered, “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Lottie. Watching Brandon fuck you is so hot. Keep going, I want to see everything.” Brandon groaned and started moving again, sliding his big cock slowly in and out of my soaked pussy. The wet sounds filled the cabin. Yve sat on the edge of the couch beside us, her hand trailing down my stomach until her fingers found my clit. She rubbed slow circles while her husband fucked me.

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.