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The voice answered chuckling," Aww. I really like your this attitude. You don't like unnecessary talking. That's why I fell in love with you." " You and Love!! Good joke though," Erina replied sarcastically. The man burst into laughter and said," Not love actually. We can say affair. I really like our timing. Though we never spent any intimate moments together but I really love talking to you." " Yeah. I feel nausea while talking to you. Manwhore!!" Erina thought mentally but remained silent. Then, the man said with a lusty voice," So, when are you going to fulfil your promise? I can't wait to touch you."

This poor woman card always works; I grinned inside. "Woman? Where, I didn't see any woman in this room?" Max answered, I pointed at my manicured nails. "You sucker, I am a woman in this room with boobs," Darius was smiling, looking at Max and me fighting like Tom and Jerry. Max busted into a series of laughter. "That is not boobs, babe. That's lemons," Darius pressed his laughter, and these perverts were making fun of me. "Shut up, Max. She might feel offended,"

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

I couldn't get enough of him. I don't know how long we fucked like that, but like an expert Eric managed to get me to climax again as he was ready to cum. As soon as his fingers set me off he grunted and shot his second load of the night into my ass. I could feel his cock twitching inside my anus and it set off a second wave of that orgasm. I cried out my passion around the cock in my mouth.

"Did you really stab that?" Angga did not believe or want to see? Maureen comes out of the water completely, then sits on the edge of the pool's divider as she opens her thighs, revealing the cleavage Angga always said sucked his manhood so violently. "Look at this, Sweetheart." Maureen's middle finger shows her friction on the opium hole for men who have ever felt. Slowly going in, a little, deeper and faster. "Fuck!" Angga swears again, more, as his big fingers massage his manhood with a lubricating gel Maureen knows the brand of. It continued to expand, then the white lava explosion spread, even covering the camera.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.” “Yes… fuck me harder,” she moaned. Her breasts pressed against the desk through her shirt. Her nipples were rock hard and sensitive. Professor Kane reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he pounded into her. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another orgasm quickly. Her legs shook harder. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room.

A faint, quiet smile touched my lips as the door clicked shut behind me. The suite was warm, smelling faintly of sweet vanilla and fresh linen. A bottle of expensive champagne rested in a silver ice bucket on the side table, two crystal flutes sitting beside it. Annabelle was already waiting for me in the center of the room. She was dressed in a sheer, ice-pink lace lingerie set that left almost nothing to the imagination. The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties.

“Fuck— I love your cock. Don’t stop— please—” I spanked her again, three sharp smacks in quick succession, each one making her cunt clench tighter around me. Her moans turned into desperate, filthy cries. Her ass was glowing red now, marked by my handprints. I gripped the reddened flesh and fucked her harder, hips snapping forward with brutal force. The desk creaked dangerously. Her tits bounced against the wood. Wet sounds filled the room — the loud slap of my balls against her clit, the obscene squelch of her dripping pussy, her broken moans, and the relentless rain hammering the windows.

Mariana pushed back, nails digging into the sheets, moaning loudly: “Fuck me harder, you son of a bitch! Ram it deep in my ass, spank me until I come like a bitch in heat!” The orgasm hit her like a wave, body convulsing, fluids gushing from her pussy as he came inside her ass, semen leaking and mixing with sweat, leaving them exhausted in a pool of bodily fluids. These encounters repeated, each dirtier than the last, with toys, cuffs, and explicit words echoing through the hot capital nights.

Van's fingers dug into her hips, his grip bruising as he held her in place, his cock sliding deeper with each thrust. "You like it rough, don't you, mama?" he grunted, his breath ragged with exertion and desire. Camila's body trembled, her muscles clenching around them, the sensations overwhelming. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure ecstasy, her head thrown back, her hair spilling down her back as she found herself in the highest cloud of ecstacy. Andrew, still stroking himself, moved closer, his dark eyes glinting with lust. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he said, "Our little whore."