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he said. It wasn’t a request. And I didn’t need convincing. I slid them down, letting them fall to my ankles. “Panties too.” I obeyed. Adrian circled me like a predator, inspecting every inch of my exposed body. I didn’t move. When he stopped behind me, he leaned in close to my ear. “Spread your legs for me, Lyla.” And I did. I'm being turned on badly and he has not even done anything to me yet.

I'd spent the entire class half hard behind the podium, forcing myself to focus on the projector while she crossed and uncrossed her smooth legs every few minutes. And here she was, Layla Turner, an A+ student turned self-sabotaging brat, dripping on my table because she couldn't wait any longer. Such an impatient little slut. I'd been eager to play this game with her all session. Who knew she would snap so soon? Christ, she was perfect. Her pussy was slick with arousal, already swollen from nothing other than anticipation of being fucked. I leaned back in my chair, watching as she slid her fingers down, tracing her slit for a few seconds before dipping two fingers in.

I didn’t care. I slid my lace panties, pussy juice soaked, to the side and let my four saliva dipped fingers rub over my wet clit vigorously in motions only I could decide. As I followed through with the instructions that were given by the female lead in my audio erotica.

his teasing question then threw the panties to the side. She pressed her thighs together remembering that her femininity was already exposed. Her face flushed as her hands also covered the part between her thighs. He laughed again then separated her thighs with his hands. "I didn't know that you're so well-trained in sustaining the "virgin" image in bed. I'm so impressed and very horny at the same time," he lost his smile when his hands turned to her hands to remove them from covering of her precious jewel. He removed her lingerie so that her most treasured jewel was completely exposed to him. She saw him bite his lower lip as he stared at it.

A fire crackled in the grate, and the tools of pleasure were arranged on a dark wood table like sacred instruments: polished phalluses of glass and ivory, coils of soft rope, feathers, and a small, elegant whip of braided black leather with a handle of obsidian. “Undress,” Elara commanded, her tone leaving no room for debate. With trembling fingers, Clara obeyed, letting the muslin pool at her feet. She stood shivering, arms crossed over her small, perfect breasts, her gaze fixed on the intricate Persian rug. “Look at me, Clara.” Elara’s own dress slipped from her shoulders, a puddle of rich color on the floor. She was a vision of carnal knowledge, her body a map of sensitive points and earn

My hands automatically found the path to her breast hidden in her blouse as I started squeezing them tenderly. She struggled but finally surrendered. I pinned her saree and pulled it down exposing her chest view. Her cleavage was shining between the black velvety mouth. I unfastened the hooks of her blouse and the tightness loosened as the breast freely bounced. I lifted her head and removed the clothes composing her upper body's nudity. I peeled off her saree and skirt and slipped out of my T-shirt and jeans. She was only in her sexy black panty. I removed the only remained cloth covering over her lower body. It was something different feeling while undressing her when she is in particular

Rita says. “We don’t have to do anything neither of you are comfortable with,” I say, but Lena is already pulling her hoodie off and exposing her gorgeous, ample breasts. Rita helps her out of her bra and kisses her while squeezing her breasts. I pull my shirt off and Lena’s eyes widen as she takes in my muscular tattooed and pierced form. Her eyes trail down my body and I see lust swirling in their depths. SHe gestures for me to join them and I step closer, trapping Rita between us and pulling at the hem of her shirt, which she allows me to pull over her head easily.

She watched different movies which inspire her imagination on how a daddy fucked her step- daughter’s pussy and that encouraged her to think of her step-dad for sexy-hot-dinner. James watched erotica grew older but never thinks of laying nude on her, let alone fucking her young fucky. Sometimes he admires her young body and remembered how he used to play with nude young girls in the beach park. On a Tuesday morning, Retica woke-up without knowing what to think for a moment. Whether to consider clubbing and inviting more guys who really wish to pay for a wild-cam performance or to stay at home and expect her formal client to reappear with their usual crazy demands. “I want to see your pussy,

“Show me how bad you want this biker cock.” Lily bit her lip, eyes dark with lust as she braced her hands on my tattooed chest. She lifted her hips slowly, letting my thick shaft slide almost all the way out until only the swollen head remained inside her. Then she sank back down, taking every inch in one smooth glide. We both groaned at the wet, filthy sound it made, my cum from the first round mixing with her fresh juices, making everything slick and messy.

“Thirty-five years ago, she surrendered her life to us. Tonight, we celebrate the woman who has taken hundreds of thousands of cocks, borne our legacy, and become the perfect, eternal vessel. For the next thirty days, she is yours. Worship her. Destroy her. Fill her until she overflows with our seed.” The Diamond Legacy began with reverent fury. The Eternal Flame Every day followed an intense, sacred rhythm. Mornings in the vast geothermal lagoons — Lila floating in the steaming, mineral-rich water as men took her in continuous waves. The heat from below made her hypersensitive while thick cocks stretched her pussy and ass. Warm mouths latched onto her leaking breasts, drinking deeply as she