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Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

She gulped in air and her eyes went wide at the sting and shock, coming back to earth from whatever orgasm afterlife she'd been floating in. You dropped the paddle on her stomach lightly and picked the bullet vibrator back up from where it was still humming on her chest. Then you slammed the dildo back into her pussy as deep as you could and wedged the bullet vibe between her clit and the fake balls of the dildo. The sexiest part of Sabrina, you'd found, wasn't her mouth. It wasn't her pussy, or her butt, or tits. No, the sexiest part of both your girls was their eyes. The way they looked at you. They way they could talk to you through those looks.

My hands gripped F's muscular ass, pulling him deeper into my throat, while my heels dug into E's waist, urging him on. Finally, I wanted to be in control, to watch them both come apart. I pushed E onto his back and straddled him, sinking down onto his cock with a sigh. Then I leaned back, my hands braced on his thighs, and looked at F "Stand here," I panted, pointing beside the bed. He obeyed, his body gleaming. I leaned forward, taking his cock in my mouth as I began to ride E in a fierce, bouncing rhythm. This was the pinnacle-controlling E's penetration with the rise and fall of my hips while I controlled F's pleasure with my mouth and hands. I felt powerful, divine, a goddess of decaden

“Argh.” I moaned and brought my head up to meet with my knees, so I was in a high lithotomic position. I played the video and continued listening. You can finger yourself or play with your clitoris, however that gives you the most pleasure but I want you to close your eyes and think of the most intense fuck session you have ever had. The sex session that made you nut in minutes. I wrapped two of my fingers together and when I closed my eyes, the only heated sex scene I could think of was the scene of Anna fucking me from behind in my ass and my mom fucking my vagina too while I played with my clit.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

Stopping for a moment, I bite the corner of my mouth, pouting my lips as I scrutinize the rest of the words. Zeath intentionally handed me this book. I mean, we’re both adults. But did he know the content before giving it to me. And I didn’t check it either. It’s a fucking erotic book! “You read this?” I ask. I’m not surprised that he did, though. It just feels a bit odd since I’ve never seen him read a novel before. Talk more of erotic. He was more into newspapers—or I just didn’t look close enough to notice. “Yeah. It’s a kink series, actually.” Kink?? “Dark romance. I enjoy reading dark romance.”

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Soft, wet sounds carried across the water. His mouth found my neck, open and hot, kissing a slow path down to the tops of my breasts while his fingers kept working me under the surface...steady, deep strokes that made my hips rock forward against his hand. The water made every movement feel smoother, more secret, even though we were completely visible. “Feel how wet you still are,” he whispered, thumb circling my clit while his fingers fucked me. “Like your body already knows it isn’t finished yet.” I could only moan in answer, head tipping back against the tile as he sucked one nipple into his mouth beneath the waterline, tongue flicking while his hand kept the same relentless rhythm betwee