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I gasped, grabbing his wrist to keep his fingers inside me, riding them shameless because I could not stop myself. My mind was spinning with how dirty it was, how wrong, knowing our parents were downstairs, knowing Emily had been flirting with him all day, and still I wanted him to keep going, to finger me until I came again, to prove I was the one he wanted. My nipples were hard and aching, rubbing against his chest every time I moved, sending sparks straight down to my clit. He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back.

“Your scent is driving me insane downstairs. Sweet little cunt dripping for your stepdaddy’s cock.” Elara whimpered, sitting up as he yanked the covers off. No more words. He pushed her back, spreading her legs wide with rough hands. The nightdress flipped up, exposing her bare, glistening pussy. He dove in like a starving wolf, tongue lashing her swollen clit with nasty, wet strokes. He sucked hard, two fingers plunging deep into her tight hole, fucking her roughly while his mouth made obscene slurping sounds.

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

My body vibrated uncontrollably, my juices coating his hand. He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth, licking my juices off of them. "You taste so sweet," he grinned I reached down, my hand wrapping around his cock, stroking it slowly. He groaned, his hips bucking against my hand. "Fuck, Emma," he moaned, his body tensing. "You're such a bad girl.” I looked at him, eyes filled with lust and my hand moved faster. He groaned as my hand moved up and down his cock to his balls and then… his cum splashed on my face.

All four were elated but there was a nagging little voice in the back of each head that hoped Colin was right about the Sanchez brothers. Their sex life didn't slow down as the pregnancy progressed. Dan loved the sight Kim on all fours her swollen tits and bulging belly hanging down and Mike behind her shafting that pretty red-fringed hole, or Donna lying beneath him her legs back towards her head, her big belly showing between them as he worked her wet channel with his dick. The erotic sight in the mirror for them all as Donna lay on her back and Kim on all fours over her, their swollen bellies pressed together while their husband's or their lover's drove them to ecstasy with hard hot cocks

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

"Late show again. I pick the movie." His eyes darkened with interest. "Yeah? What you got in mind, Ari?" I showed him my phone, the listing for a hardcore erotica film—explicit, no holding back, the kind with intense scenes that would make anyone blush. "This one. On purpose." He laughed low, pulling me on top of him. "You're turning into a little freak. I love it. Let's go."

he whispers his voice low and rough. I couldn’t form words, I nodded frantically, my broken moans and sobs floating past my lips. I felt the orgasm building up my walls clenching around his cock, even though I felt like I would pass out from how much I had cumed already. “Come for me Bri, show me how much of a slut you are! Show me who owns this pussy!” I released again, screaming his name as my whole body shook, squirting so hard at the same time he had cum and my juices splashing on his stomach dripping on the leather seats beneath us.

“Gotta get this piece of garbage out of the way.” She shivered when the cold air hit her body. Whistles and hoots filled the room as they all took in the sight of her body. “Queen bee for a reason.” “Fucking hell.” “Screw it. I’m going first.” “Fuck no. A bet’s a bet. You’ll wait your fucking turn.” Danielle’s attempts at tugging at the chains were weak and barely even amounted to anything. They were looking at her body. Her naked body. The thought of it was nauseating…and oddly erotic. The heat in her core was a start contrast to the different scenarios running through her head.

Like to what? Her pressing back into me, my cock in her ass crease. "You know. Watch. Watch my son fuck me." My life, in a few months, from normal to this, "Yes, I want to watch your son put his hard cock in his mother's pussy and fuck her." She groans, moves, lining me up, "I can tell you from experience, it's incredibly erotic. Watching the wrongness, the taboo." "Should I fuck you now?" "Oh Dan, yes. I need your cock."