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In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

Ethan slammed into her cunt in one savage thrust, bottoming out so hard her arms gave out. “Fuuuuck, this cunt is still so tight.” Jax knelt in front, forcing his cock back down her throat. Ethan spat on her asshole and shoved two fingers inside while he destroyed her pussy. “You’re taking it in the ass tonight too, slut.” He pulled out of her dripping cunt and pressed his fat cockhead against her virgin asshole. Lia screamed around Jax’s dick as Ethan forced his way in, stretching her raw. The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch.

She had sex with her step-brother. “We got married!” Martin said. “Isn’t it wonderful?” Gloria exclaimed. “You mean, you are planning on it?” Juliette added, forcing herself to breathe. “We are ready for the Champagne now, please,” Martin ordered from the server, who came by to check on them. “No, we already did,” Gloria said with a smile. Louis looked stunned. Juliette thought she might faint. “When?” She squeaked. “When we were in Hawaii,” Martin replied. The server returned with the bottle of champagne that had been set aside for this occasion, and started to pour glasses for each of them.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”

The room echoed with skin slapping, moans, and filthy words. “Fuck your stepdaughter harder,” Sarah urged him while fingering me. “Fill that tight pussy.” Jake finally lost control. He had me on my back, legs over his shoulders in a mating press. Sarah sat on my face as he pounded me mercilessly. The angle hit so deep I saw stars. I licked Sarah frantically while my stepbrother destroyed my cunt. “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Jake warned, thrusting faster. “Do it,” I moaned into Sarah’s pussy. “Cum in your stepsister!”

Let them know that Marco Visconti's perfect wife was being fucked in a bathroom stall by a waiter young enough to be her son. I had that feeling I sometimes got during sex. Like I was floating somewhere above my body, watching myself. Like this was happening to someone else. Some other woman bent over in a cabina del bagno with a Ukrainian waiter's cock inside her. Not me. Not the woman who chaired charity galas and knew which fork to use for fish and smiled prettily at Marco's jokes even when they weren't funny.

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

The Italian rolled off his tongue so easily and the goosebumps spread across my arms and up the back of my neck so fast it startled me. The cold office suddenly felt several degrees too warm. "What does that mean?" I whispered before I could stop myself. "Why don't you come to my office right now and take my cock into that sweet little mouth of yours. Maybe then I'll tell you what it means." His voice rasped hotly. My breath hitched. Hot heat rushed between my legs immediately and crossing them tighter right now was not helping in the slightest. "Why don't you go pay a sex worker to come suck your cock day and night,

Who give me the rough intense passionate sex I've been craving since I was a teenager. So judge me if you want. Call me a cheater. Call me a whore. Say I'm destroying my marriage. But I know the truth. My marriage was destroyed the moment I saw my husband on his knees with another man's cock down his throat. I'm just making the best of the situation I was forced into. And honestly? I've never been more satisfied in my life. The mechanic. The neighbor's brother. Both of them give me what I need in different ways. Both of them make me feel alive and desired and completely satisfied.

One made me ride him reverse, my back to his chest, while two others jerked off onto my bouncing breasts, pearls of white splattering the green velvet. “Milk it, slut,” he ordered, pinching my nipples as I kept grinding down, chasing another peak. Hours blurred into a frenzy, bodies piling on, my voice was hoarse from screams and swallows. Vic came last, flipping me onto my back, legs over his shoulders as he drilled deep, grunting release inside me. The room reeked of sex and evergreen, the fake snow outside melting into slush. Dawn crept in as they dispersed, leaving me sprawled, used and gleaming. Vic dropped another envelope…heavier this time, kissing my forehead.