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I hurriedly entered the car and said "Mr. Shades let's go to the mall! Hurry! I need outfit for sexy time!" I swear Mr. Shades blushed. Whoops. "Sorry TMI!'' While we are traveling I unleashed my unanswered questions to the MIB. Poor souls. "So guys. In sex what position do you prefer." The car swerved out of lane and the other MIB's at the front and at the back seat coughs continuously. "What's wrong? do you want some water?"

I looked back at him, and he just smiled innocently. "The difference between you and them is that I could have any of them if I wanted to," he leaned forward, "but you, you're the forbidden fruit. Reserved for my brother." I scoffed, ignoring the blush that crept onto my cheeks. "Yeah I'm reserved alright." Massimo leaned back in his chair, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Trouble in paradise?" "It was never paradise to begin with," I shook my head. "That's what happens when you take two strangers and force them together. He's sleeping with this girl, Akira. I bet he's with her right now."

I looked back to see the storm at great speed approaching towards my direction. " Fu*k! Fu*k! Fu*k! Fu*king start!" To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL.

“Didn't they have some sort of dispute before breaking up? Why was it so…easy to get them back together?” Liam leaned in and kissed her ears. “Tell him your favorite charm, honey.” His arm was wrapped around her waist, fingers gliding under her shirt. She bit down a moan, grinning from ear to ear. “Intimacy. Sex. Not just the usual sex, a heated moment. It works. Always.” I rolled my eyes. Sex? That wasn't going to sort out things between Killan and I, it would only complicate things further. “I don't think that'd work.” I exhaled, grabbing a half filled glass of beer. I took a small sip, reminiscing the last time Killan fucked my mouth. “It's more complicated because we were never in a rela

KINKS: M/M sex, power play, threesome I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The door to the guest room was cracked open, and the sounds hit me first—wet slaps of skin on skin, mixed with heavy breathing and low moans that echoed down the hallway. My mom was out shopping, thinking everything was normal at home, but here was her husband, my stepdad Mark, balls deep in some blonde woman. Lara, I think he called her once on the phone. Sweat glistened on their bodies under the afternoon light filtering through the curtains, making their skin shine like they were oiled up for a p**n shoot. Mark's broad shoulders flexed as he thrust into her, his ass muscles tightening with each push.

Misha closed her eyes tight, moaning deep and primal as drool ran from her chin and tears slid down her cheeks. Frieda sucked in her breath sharply as she realized by the groans and jerky movement that the men were making that they were both unleashing their seed into Misha, at the same exact moment. Traitorous moisture tickled down her thighs and Dr. Frieda Wolsfrom clenched her thighs tight once more. Misha let go of Red’s dick with a loud plop sound and looked up at her, grinning. Misha wiped her chin as Lars slid free of her, groaning to himself, old-man style.

The air was thick with heat, sweat, and the unmistakable scent of prolonged, devoted sex. Marcus and Damien approached as the final act. They positioned her with infinite care on her side. Marcus entered her soaked, well-used pussy with a deep, familiar groan of possession. Damien slid into her ass at the same time. They held her between their bodies and moved with the slow, powerful rhythm they had perfected over forty years — deep, claiming, and full of decades of love and darkness. The sensation overwhelmed her completely.

Just pain, embarrassment, and a deep sense of disappointment that made me shut that door tight and lock it ever since. “Cam,” Mia said gently, placing a hand over mine. “Not every guy is like that idiot Mark from college. Sex is supposed to be fun. It’s supposed to feel good.” “I know,” I whispered, looking down at my lap, my thumb tracing the seam of my dress. “It’s just... not something I think about.”

“That was different! That was fantasy-sex me who’s made bad decisions while drunk.” Misha laughed harder, clearly enjoying himself now. “Fantasy-sex you was insane. Hot, but criminally unhinged.” “Shut up,” I mumbled, my voice muffled by my hands. “No seriously, that wasn’t even vanilla. That was like, jet-black velvet dungeon level stuff.” I peeked at him between my fingers, scowling. “For the record, the wildest thing I ever wanted to try with Ezra was… doggy style.” He stared at me.

So I let her, and I saw her positioning herself on top of me, and I couldn't stop the moan coming from my lips when she lowered her body to my ramrod. Her hips moved up and down, driving me insane from the sensation I was experiencing. After a few more thrusts, I could feel my climax approaching, so I shifted our position and laid her on the sofa, regaining control. We began to move more quickly as we approached our climax, and after a couple more thrusts, I felt my seed fly out of the slit in my shaft and fill her lady part. After that frantic round of sex, we were both out of breath and decided to go to bed for a while to recover before engaging in another round.