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Then he pressed his hips forward, making his hard, thick cock rub exactly against her hot, soaked center through their clothes. He began to move slowly, a torturous back-and-forth, grinding against her swollen clit with cruel precision. The friction of the fabric against her sensitive flesh was maddening. Larissa moaned loudly, desperate. Her hips began moving on instinct, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of him. Lucian pulled his face back to look into her eyes while continuing the slow, torturous movement. His voice came out hoarse, laden with lust and dominance: “That’s the sound I like to hear from you. Completely surrendered…” He pressed harder, rolling his hips so the thick h

“Not letting you cum is cruel, right? But not as cruel as you denying me what belongs to me!” Holding her body with one arm, he buzzed the egg vibrator to life and pressed it to her clit. “I am going to cum! Please!” she screamed. “Fine! Cum.” Her orgasm rocked her body, squirting over his thighs and the floor. As it declined, Aurelia crashed to the floor, sobbing from intensity. “Thank you for making me know all this,” she whimpered. Lucian returned with lube. It was time. “Get back on your feet, little slut.”

Barely registered when she tilted my face up, pressing her lips against mine. Blood smeared between us, but she didn’t stop. I was too weak to fight back. Too drained to react. She pushed me down, straddling me, her eyes burning with desire and control. But my vision blurred again, darkness threatening to pull me under. I barely felt Lyrita bouncing up and down on me as she let out a loud cry, throwing her head back and scratching my chest. “Fuck!” she cried. Shortly after she found her release and she continued bouncing on me a small smile forming on her face.

I decide to take it a step further, going all out and I start unzipping my skirt a little when he stretches his hand out to me, stopping my hands from moving any further. I feel all my self esteem from a minute ago crumble. “Um… I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” I say, cupping my breasts as I try to step away from his line of sight. “No, no,” he coughs out quickly, “I don’t mean it that way, Lanie.” His eyes blink away from my boobs for the first time, and he looks into my eyes, his expression so earnest. “Then what do you mean?” I ask in a small voice.

The thoughts of his hips moving against her made her pussy wet, and she had to stop masturbating right there. Then came his post on his TikTok account that made her want to have sex with him even more. Jordan's chest was bare, and he was wearing tight Louis Vuitton boxers that showed off his bulge.God, he was hot, looking like a sex god. She touched her phone, craving his body, his skin. He looked so sexy. She imagined him wrapping his legs around her and him pushing his cock into her until she cum.

One hand braced against the wall, the other teasing slow circles over her clit, she breathed Rita’s name. “Rita…” She pictured the way Rita had looked at her—hungry, like Mikayla was a feast meant only for her. Her fingers moved faster. Her breath grew shallow. She remembered the way Rita had kissed down her stomach, murmuring filthy praise like prayer. She spread her legs wider. And leaned farther into the counter. She could hear Rita’s voice in her ear: “You’re so sensitive here... look at you falling apart for me.” She stroked deeper now, two fingers working in. Her free hand covers her mouth. She bit down hard as her orgasm hit her like a brick, sudden and fierce, knees trembling, her th

Lena sobbed, grinding against her mouth. Aria moaned against her — the vibration sending shockwaves through Lena’s body. She slid two fingers inside, curling them perfectly, hitting that devastating spot over and over while her mouth worked her clit mercilessly. Lena was a mess — moaning, writhing, babbling broken, filthy words. "Aria, fuck—please, don’t stop—" Aria didn’t. She fucked her through it, faster, harder, fingers thrusting deep, tongue ruthless. Lena shattered.

She used another finger to circle around her clit the way she had when she was lying on the bed. “If you start now, Juliette,” he warned. But, she continued. Her nipples were dark buds against the cream colored lace and with a light tug he released them to the air. “The breeze feels good,” she sighed, leaning against the building, touching herself, as her breasts tightened in response to the spring air. “I’ve been wet all day,” She said her eyes hooded and full of honest desire. “I’ve been vibrating, pulsing for more. I tried earlier to satisfy myself, but I can’t,” she complained, and stuck a finger inside herself.