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"Imagining bending you over my desk. Wondering if you'd moan like this when I finally took you." He kept talking, low and filthy, telling me every dirty thought he'd had about me while his hand drove me insane. My legs trembled. Sweat ran down my back. After nearly an hour of this, I was a mess, begging, cursing, nearly crying from frustration. "Damien... I need it... please let me cum..." He finally pushed me forward over the sink, lining his thick cock up with my sore hole. "Watch," he ordered, gripping my chin so I had to look in the mirror. "Watch yourself get fucked."

Rafe kicked her feet wider and drove back in from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her ass hard enough to sting. “Look at yourself,” he ordered, voice gravel. “Look how fucking nasty you look taking my cock.” She did. In the red-tinged mirror she watched her face contort every time he bottomed out, watched her tits swing, watched his thick shaft disappear inside her again and again. He reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles. “Come on my dick,” he growled. “Want to feel this cunt squeeze me.” Mia shattered. Her orgasm hit like a freight train, legs shaking, pussy gushing around him. She moaned loud enough that if anyone was in the shaft they’d hear it.

Dad and Linda had traumatized me. I turned on my laptop to find something to calm the throbbing ache between my legs. My shorts were already halfway down my thighs when my cock sprang free, thick and leaking, a fat bead of precum rolling down the head. I hissed through my teeth at the cool air hitting it. I scrolled fast, landing on my favourite video. The one I kept coming back to. College guy, older woman; stepmom trope, MILF p**n, obviously.

The screens showed live feeds of other rooms, and other people. A couple in one room was fucking on a table, the woman bent over while two men took turns. In another, a woman was tied spread-eagle, a man teasing her with a vibrator while she begged. Clara’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs. She was instantly wet. Julian sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. His hand slid under her skirt, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside. “Watch them,” he said against her ear.

He smirked and quietly took out his phone and quickly recorded a short clip of them making out before joining them, jerking off while watching them. Marcus unzipped his jeans quietly, pulling out his own throbbing cock. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly, eyes glued to the sight in front of him. The way Professor Vale’s hips snapped forward, the way Liam’s body jolted with every thrust, the way Liam’s cock leaked steadily onto the floor — it was filthy, forbidden, and intoxicating. “Harder…” Liam moaned, pushing back desperately. “Please, Professor…” Adrian growled low and pounded into him faster, his hand still covering Liam’s mouth to muffle his sounds. Marcus matche

"Ohhh! Ahhh! Harder... faster... fuck me... mmm-nnn-gh! Take it all... augh!" "Me too... I'm going... I'm going! Aughhh!" "Aughhh! Ohhh god... yes! Connor... ahhh... mmm-ph... I'm coming! I'm coming!" Freya screamed, her pussy suddenly convulsing with maximum force. It felt like a warm fist clamping down on my cock, squeezing every drop of pleasure out of me. She hit a massive, body-shaking climax, her legs trembling violently where they were pinned at the knees.

“Eden, you filthy little MILF.” “Say it again,” she said from between my legs. “You’re a sexy as hell, slutty as fuck Mother I’d Like To Fuck, Eden,” I growled quietly, hoping to God no one beyond this room could hear us. “You are enchanting and special and such a horny bad bitch MILF. I don’t think I could have resisted you if I wanted to, and God I don’t want to.”

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.

"A very good job. You deserve a fuck for that." She grabs Milo by the front of his pants, feeling him already hard against her palm. She kisses him again, her tongue invading his mouth, dominating the contact. Pulling back, she blows a cloud of smoke directly into his face. "I hope you treated your gonorrhea, Milo. I’m not looking to catch anything extra tonight." "Yes, baby," Milo breathes, his hands roaming up her sides. "Clean bill of health. I swear." "Good," Maya says, grinding her pelvis against his thigh. "Then let’s go."

“Fuck me harder! Use my pussy!” His shyness evaporated. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. He pumped into her, each drive hitting a deep, aching spot inside her. Francine’s head fell back. She chanted filthy encouragement. “Yes! That’s it! Ram your virgin cock into my slut pussy! Make it yours!” He grunted, a primal sound. His pace became frantic, punishing. The slapping sounds of their joining mixed with the storm. Francine felt her orgasm building, a tight coil in her belly. She reached between them, rubbing her clit in frantic circles as he impaled her.