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One hand braced beside Alex’s head, the other wrapped around his cock, stroking rough and fast. Julian slammed in harder, the wet slap of skin loud and filthy. Sweat slicked their backs. Julian’s cock dragged over Alex’s prostate with every stroke until Alex was leaking steadily over Julian’s fist. Julian twisted his wrist on the upstroke, thumb pressing into the slit, and Alex came hard—shooting across the wall with a choked groan, ass clamping down tight. Julian followed right after, burying himself deep and coming in thick pulses, filling Alex until it leaked out around his cock and ran down his thigh. “I love you,” Julian said.

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“Look at you… riding my cock so beautifully. You’re shaking for me, baby. Such a filthy, perfect girl. Keep going — use me. Make yourself cum on my cock.” I moaned loudly, leaning forward so my hair fell around us like a curtain. Our mouths met in messy, desperate kisses as I rode him harder, my shaky legs struggling to keep the pace. Every time I sank down, he thrust up to meet me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Viktor… I’m so close,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. “Don’t stop— I love you… fuck, I love feeling you inside me.” He gripped my hips tighter, helping me move. “Come for me, Scarlett. Let me feel you squeezing my cock. I’m yours… all yours.”

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

I still had to make up for all those years of boring sex I gave her and also had to endure because we had not been open with each other, and I plan to reverse the damage to our marriage, one good fuck at a time. After that first taste of true, real sex I got from my wife, after the little taste she gave me, I've been salivating and wanting more. Slowly, I hooked my fingers into her underwear and pulled them down her long tanned legs, letting my knuckles graze over her smooth skin. Gripping her thick thighs, I pushed them apart and crawled onto the bed to kneel between them. I looked over her shaved p***y, bringing the fabric of the lace underwear to my face. I inhaled, my c**k jerking in my

As his hands squeezed and released her ass, she let herself fall into the flow of her own yearning and when his tongue circled around her clit again, she cried out his name and flooded him with her desire. They didn’t go back to the table. Louis drove her to his apartment. He lowered the lights in his bedroom and lit a candle. With as much restraint as he could, he took the clothes from her body. He saw her looking around his room as she leaned back on her elbows on his bed and knew that he would do anything to make this night be magical for her. He had waited only a few months to share this with her, but she had waited a lifetime. He kissed her. She was more relaxed now, but also more excit

I rode his fingers and thigh in lazy, sensual movements, the wet sounds of his fingering mixing with the loud moans still pouring from the speakers. I kept him like that for a long time — switching which nipple he sucked, sometimes pulling his head back by the hair so I could kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his tongue. My hands roamed his chest and abs, occasionally brushing over the massive bulge in his pants, teasing him without giving him relief. By the time the p**n scene ended and switched to a new one (this time a woman riding her lover reverse cowgirl), I was dripping and desperate. I stood up, legs slightly shaky, and pushed Rafael flat onto his back on the wide couch. I climbed o

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

Her words hit me like a cold splash of water across the face. "I'm not pushing him away," I said weakly. "Then what would you call what you are doing?” She asked, with a raised eyebrow. “You are somehow convincing yourself he doesn’t love you, when all his actions prove that he does. Heck! he fucks you like he’s trying to get into your skin.” I stared at my wine glass, shaking my head. "No. I don’t think… he doesn’t love me. The sex is just good.” I whispered. "You are scared babe, and it’s okay." Mila's voice softened.

His cock grew limp and he pulled it out of my love hole. ‎I'm still craving for more.