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The pain mixed perfectly with pleasure. “Tell me who you belong to,” he growled, slamming deep. “I belong to you, Elias,” Liora moaned loudly. “I’m your muse. Your whore. Your everything.” He rewarded her by reaching around and rubbing her clit until she came hard, screaming his name as her painted body shook. Elias followed, flooding her womb with another thick load. Afterwards, he kept her plugged with a beautiful glass dildo so his cum would stay inside her. Then he sat her on his lap on the couch and fed her by hand while they looked through his private collection of photos and videos of her.

Gil teased her. Maan blushed even more and had difficulty swallowing her food. “ That’s what I was wondering. There was something weird…Do you think it was the wine? But I don’t think they would drug us or something…” Maan said thoughtfully. “No, I don’t think it’s the wine but I guess it was the candle. I think it's not ordinary scented candles but aphrodisiac candles. Good thing we did not light it up for too long or we’ll be at it till morning.” Gil laughed while shaking his head but Maan’s eyes widened with realization.

My nails gently pressed his also heated skin, and Dennis let out a trembling sigh. There was a time when he asked me to suck him while his father was between my tits. He said that Spanish was the best sexual art for voluptuous women and partners with big penises. I had to agree. But nothing replaced the conventional blowjob. Especially when we were both so ready to cum without even touching each other. It was also the best way for me to focus on his reactions.

When one had to cross between worlds to be with the other, the purest form of love bloomed and flourished even in the darkest place of Erebus. Hades kissed Persephone on the mouth so deeply, drawing on her beautiful scented breath like it was her own. Leaving the maiden gasping for air, she licked her way down Persephone's chin and burrowed her face into her firm round breasts. The dark goddess squeezed and devoured the hardened nipples earnestly. It made Persephone's heart leap against her ribs, and she gripped the silk on the bed and arched her dainty form. Her lovely face contorted with a strange new pleasure. Hades's hot tongue scorched her skin like melting lava. The goddess pressed her

Eyes closed, his soul focused on the erotic image of Zaramanni his wolf helped project, Darren kept plunging his erection into the juicy walls of his Luna. Without mercy, he slammed into her and the slapping noises that filled the air showed how lustful he wished that moment to be. And, with grunts, loud moans, and incoherent pleas filling the space, they both drove each other to that point of orgasm. And when it arrived, it was a great one. So great that Darren finally felt relief in his soul and intimate area.

His face was covered with an obscene amount of my arousal, and I wanted to lick it off his beard, lips, and chin. His hands were in his pants, stroking his dick. “You taste so fucking good, Rene. I can’t get enough of you.” With that, he dove back down to taste me some more. Remy had a playbook to my pussy. This was solidified when he added fingers to the pussy eating equation, pushing at my G-spot with a fury. He knew exactly how to get her off. He’d been learning my body well. I tried to focus but couldn’t “I...ohh, fuck... What...about... dinner?” I asked as I felt another orgasm coming on.

“Everyone watching while I devour this sweet cunt.” I moaned, rocking against his hand. The visual combined with his skilled fingers had me dripping. Through the glass, the woman came hard, shaking in her bonds. Her Dom stood, freed his cock, and thrust into her in one powerful stroke. The raw fucking that followed—her bound body jolting with each impact—made me clench around Damien’s fingers. He added a third finger, stretching me. “You’re soaked. Does watching turn you on, little submissive?” “Yes, Sir,” I gasped. My hips moved shamelessly, chasing the pleasure. He pinched my nipple through the lace, rolling it sharply. The mix of sensations—his fingers fucking me, the erotic display befor

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

he ordered. Pamela was unable to speak since her breath was really short. This was not what she planned for her and her father’s best friend but the experience was the most erotic she had ever been through. Pamela had pictured them tangled in a comfortable soft bed, making passionate love slowly rather than leaned over a piano. He easily thrusted two fingers into her dripping cunt and unzipped his pants. Then, he grabbed his dick and began massaging it between the cheeks of her ass up and down.