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“More than I asked for. I wanted to be used until I couldn’t think. Until nothing else existed. You did that.” Someone else spoke from behind me—rougher voice, Eastern European accent. “You cried a lot at the end. Looked like you were drowning. We almost stopped.” “I wasn’t drowning,” I rasped. “I was… feeling everything. Too much. All at once. It was terrifying. And perfect.” I laughed once—short, broken. “I hate that it was perfect.” Quiet laughter answered from several directions. The bearded man helped me sit back on my heels. “You took every cock in this room twice. Some of us three times. You squirted more than any girl we’ve had. You begged for it even when you were sobbing. That’s no

It was funny how she thought after she and I had already seen and explored each other I still minded if Jack and she had sex. “That's a great fantasy, but what dicks are our husbands going to use?” I reminded her of how sex with our husbands felt like rubbing coochies; honestly, for me, it has gotten so bad, as not only does it not do anything for me, but now it has simply gotten disgusting. “They can strap…” We were both silent for a second before bursting into laughter. Yeah, right, like they would ever agree to that. Jack would simply think I've been possessed. A few minutes passed and I was done; I didn't really do much lotioning or makeup because of what was to come next. The nuru massa

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

Brook's pussy was dripping all over her searching fingers as she watched and listened to everything. "C'mon, Daddy," Janice cooed. "Tell me what you did to our baby girl. She deserves to be loved, too. Besides, if you tell me, I'll let you in on something I never told anyone." Brook's mind was spinning like mad as she waited to see how her parents' sex talk was going to go. She pulled harder on her nipples while she pushed a finger up inside her creaming pussy hole and watched her mother slide down just a couple of inches, making her father moan. Then, she practically held her breath with her finger sliding in and out of her slit while her father told Janice everything about what happened: t

Her former nanny had sought to teach her about procreation, albeit very vaguely. It had been mentioned to her in many allusions of it in stories like flowers and birds and bees - but she had never known the details. The two ladies watched as the whore bounced vigorously on the man’s tool. They were both breathless when he placed a palm on each cheek of the woman’s behind and kneaded her ample flesh. Then the couple rolled over so that the man was on top. Marianna May held her breath when he started thrusting his hips. She could hear the woman’s moans mingling with his

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

Between sex stories, voyeurism, between cases of betrayal, each one begins, with a swing, with stories of pleasure, tales of passion, involving this company, the multinational Wagner Weber. In which still, the three among their supervisions, among the branches, the cases involving several employees of the companies, the buildings where the passion cases show their countless employees, the sexy secretary, their managers and partners, the passion tales, sex and seduction that surround the centrals. Embark on passion stories in which each tale has its own love affairs, in which each of them has the power of control, amidst the power of pleasure they exert over their lovers, in different moments

>>To be continued>> Narrated by Anthony Kerry.**THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: THIRTY-THREE** We talked over the phone with my husband for about 5 minutes until he told me he was feeling sleepy. That night I was feeling hornier than ever after being romanced by Felix and missing to get a fuck. I began fantasizing about some of my best sexual encounters with Ken until I found myself softly touching my clitoris. I began to massage my own clitoris, taking time to smear it with my vaginal fluids until its tip was all wet making me feel so hot all over the body as I caressed it slowly as I moaned silently there from the sexual torture I was giving myself.

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”