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she says lightly, disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door. The second the water starts running, my hands shake with urgency. I’ve been holding back this horniness the entire drive, imagining girls eating me out. I open my laptop quickly, load the lesbian p**n site, and click on a video. Two women are going at it intensely , one on her back, legs spread wide while the other buries her face between her thighs, tongue working deep through wet folds, fingers thrusting hard.

No damp concrete. I didn't strip. I just pulled off my boots and lay down on top of the covers, staring at the dark wooden beams above me. My body was exhausted, but my brain refused to shut off. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Celeste’s painted red lips curling in disgust. I heard Sienna’s shrill laugh. I saw Tristan’s soft, weak face looking down at his plate while his father handed me over like a piece of livestock. “A fat, southern plow horse.”

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

The three men sat around her, looking at the masterpiece they had shared. She was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, a perfect mix of soft curves and raw, wild energy. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips, knowing that this was a night that would haunt their dreams for a long time. The memory of the weight of her breasts, the tightness of her pussy, and the sound of her loud, messy moans would stay with them forever.

She moaned at the stretch, her head falling back against Marcus’s shoulder. “Fuck, she feels perfect,” Ethan groaned, starting to thrust deep and steady. Marcus kissed her neck, one hand playing with her breasts while the other rubbed her clit in time with his son’s thrusts. “That’s it, baby girl. Take your brother’s cock while Daddy holds you.” The taboo words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. Lila came again quickly, clenching hard around Ethan. He followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling her with a low groan.

The wet, obscene squelch of our mixed cum lubing my ass filled the room with every thrust. “Oh my God,Daddy,it’s so deep,” I moaned, reaching down to rub my clit frantically. The dual sensations made my head spin. My pussy leaked constantly, dripping onto his shaft as he fucked my ass harder. Marcus’s pace quickened. He slammed into me with powerful strokes, his tattooed muscles flexing, sweat glistening on his skin. The bed slammed against the wall. Skin slapped loudly against skin. My tits bounced with every brutal thrust, nipples aching.

My cock hard and begging for some release. I crawled back on the bed, watching her part her thighs and place her feet flat on the bed. I positioned myself between her thighs, pushing her thong to the side and grazing her dripping hole with my tip. "Please... Mr..." She didn't even know my name. "Theo. I want you to moan my name loud and clear." I growled, grabbing one of her legs and raising it up to her head side. "Theo." She whispered, tasting the sound of my name on her tongue.

“Does Lena even know how to handle that thing? Or does she just cry when you try to put it in?” “Joan.” His voice was warning now, but he hadn’t hung up. She could hear him breathing. She rolled onto her back, thighs pressing together. The ache between her legs was getting annoying. She’d been single for four months now and her last hookup was a disappointment with an average dick and zero rhythm. And now her own blood brother had accidentally sent her the most pornographic picture she’d ever received in her life. She typed another message while still on the call. **Joan:** the head is so fat. is that precum I see on the tip?

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The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio