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I can feel her hard nipple and something wet on my pants, and you cannot say that it’s because of my pre-cum, I know where my cock’s head is placed on and I know where her pussy is placed on my lap, statistically speaking, it’s from her pussy. She looked like a scared kitten as she shook her head, lust is evident in her eyes, she can’t hide it from me, I have seen women in lust already and through the years I have mastered it, a little girl like her can’t trap me in a trance where she is an innocent ‘cause she’s not.

The Library Rhythm He started to fuck me from behind with a raw, animal power. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of our bodies hitting was the only thing in the quiet library. Every thrust felt like it was hitting my womb. I was grabbing the edge of the desk so hard my knuckles were white. "YEAH! FUCK! YES!" I moaned. "FUCK ME ON MY DADDY'S DESK! SHIFT MY WOMB!"

I said then sat on his desk not minding if he walks in. I unbuttoned my shirt exposing my breast and pointed nipple,I squeezed it hard, imagining his hands right there instead of mine. "God" I whispered as my hand traced down to my panties . I was soaked . I moved my thong to the side and play with my clit, calling out his name as I push my finger into my wet pussy.I wasn't thinking. I didn't give a fuck. If this is the reason why I get fired if I get caught then I will happily leave .

“I want you inside me.” He bent her over his massive oak desk, yanked her skirt up, and ripped her lace panties aside. Her pussy was shaved smooth and dripping. He rubbed his cockhead along her slit, then slammed in balls-deep. Lila cried out in pleasure. “Yes! Fuck your assistant’s tight cunt.” Ethan pounded her relentlessly, hips slapping against her ass. The desk creaked under the force. He reached around to rub her swollen clit while railing her. “So wet for your boss. Such a dirty little slut.”

Santa smirked, “I don't think that'd be enough for you. Tell me everything you want and I’ll have it fulfilled.” My heart pounded from excitement as I moved closer to the handsome Santa, falling on my knees before looking up at him while wetting my red lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth in the process. “I want you to touch me. Caress my whole being, make my sexual fantasy come true. Kiss me, tie me, spank me, tell me the flirtiest words, and fuck me through the holidays until I smell of my “Lusty Holidays”. I moaned and he laughed.

With each touch and whispered promise, Aaron's possessiveness and determination to claim Lisa as his own were palpable, their connection transcending words as they surrendered to their primal desires, their bodies melding together in a passionate embrace, their souls becoming one in the fiery depths of their love. The touch of Aaron's skin against Lisa sends shivers down her spine, igniting a fire of passion that burns deep within. Every caress, every kiss, is laden with the weight of shared history and affection, creating a bond that feels unbreakable. As they lose themselves in each other embrace, time seems to stand still, and the rest of the world fades away. There's a sense of vulnerabi

I lifted my hands up and let out a deep moan of amusement as the nerves in my body tingled to the sensation that came with his tongue fiddling. I didn't care that I was loud although I did hope the door was sound proof enough. Greg continued to torture me with his gentle sucking. I moaned with every one he took. My clitoris was vibrating, craving his touch so bad. I knew I was soaked even without getting there. Greg pulled away and kissed me hard again before pulling his pants and causing them to fall to his ankles. Greg's hardened cock tickled between my thighs and I moaned. I was going crazy, I used my free hand to tamper with my nipples, rub my clitoris, anything that I could. I was real

Being sandwiched between these two brothers was making my pussy needy again. Killian then slowly pushed me to my knees while Sinbad lay down on the rug under my legs, looking up at my soaking wet pussy. "So beautiful and wet," he whispered, spreading my cheeks wide to expose my dripping cunt and my tight, puckered rosebud to the firelight. "You're a fucking fountain, Lily," Sin whispered. "Now sit on my face. That's a command, beautiful."

“Skirt up. I want to see that used pussy.” I lifted my tight pencil skirt to my waist, exposing my bare, freshly fucked pussy. His cum was visibly dripping out of me. Damien leaned back in his chair and smirked. “Look at that sloppy little hole, already dripping my seed like a cheap whore. Spread your legs wider.” I obeyed, standing in front of his desk with my legs apart, letting him stare at my cum-filled pussy. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now come here and sit on my cock.”

Jenna turned her head and caught his eyes—dark, steady, burning with hunger under a veneer of control. Then she shifted. Her body rolled slowly onto her back, her breasts rising in full view, nipples hard and slick from his fingers. She spread her legs without shame, without hesitation, knees falling open wide across the massage table. The move was bold. The message was clear. She reached down, grabbed his wrist, and dragged his hand straight between her thighs. “This isn’t accidental anymore,” she whispered, voice hoarse with lust. “Touch me like you mean it.” Lukas’s fingers found her soaked pussy again—and this time, he didn’t hesitate.