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She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

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I asked and he stared at me with his eyes widened in surprise. "Congratulations, bro. You know, in my country, Nigeria, you aren't considered a man until you have children of your own. And once some of us realizes that our wives are incapable of turning our sperm into children, we find a mistress or take a second wife," He lectured me while I massaged my temples. Fuck! I want to kill this man. I imagined how cheating on Amara would make her feel and I shook the thought off my head. I had already decided not to hurt her so cheating was not an option.

Caleb Angeles, 37 year old man, has a huge cock, married as well, and he was so fucking good. I loved his cock. He loved my cunt. We had five to seven videos together and the viewers loved it, so Jayson paid me for another bonus. I actually love this job. I am being satisfied on sex and they are paying me well as well. It was better than to stay at home and wait for my husband’s little cock. “Are you free tonight? I want another round.” Caleb whispered to me after cumming in my pussy. I wrapped his cock around my fingers, he moaned. The director already said cut but we still want more.

, I pouted, putting two fingers in my mouth, withdrew them with saliva, rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "This i's not right, I'm married to your mum. And you're just like my daughter". I put my finger on my lip to silent him. "Do you want to see my tits?". Gosh, I sounded like a slut, and I loved it. I had Frank under my control and I was going to make him worship my body. Without hesitating, I took the nightie off, exposing my touted tits as I started playing with them. "We could do it just this once. I won't tell Mom anything".

Dani might have never complained but it makes me wonder how life would have been if I had left her in Accra. We were two black women in an unknown land trying to make ends meet, men were fascinated with us, sometimes women too, hence our profession as séx workers. But for how long, we weren't ageing backward. Soon enough our stamina would reduce, our beauty would drop, and this man in question? would have something else to fixate on. I sighed, clicking accept, this money would go a long way. Soon after another message came in, “Could we place the séx chat by 6pm?” I replied yes to his message, dropping my phone to one side to continue with work.

A young Nigerian girl, barely nineteen, with swollen eyes and stitches on her side, was being interviewed by an unknown blogger. The caption read: “Nigerian girl almost used for illegal kidney extraction in London hospital, claims involvement of powerful British politicians.” Sarah frowned. “What is this?” Ella exhaled. “Ma… it concerns Lord Benedict Augustine.” Sarah’s eyes narrowed. The story on the screen was simple at first glance — too simple, too raw, too unedited to come from a credible platform. It was about a teenager named Nkem Nnadede, who was supposedly contacted by a private doctor working under Lord Benedict Augustine. They offered her two thousand dollars to donate blood for L

” “So tell me how many ladies have you fucked so far, I can see this is not your face time of having sex.” ‘Actually, Aunt, this is my second time fucking a lady, the first was my girlfriend, it's just that I watch a lot of p**n videos, which makes me know more about how to have sex.’ Well, not bad, let's go to the bathroom and take a shower, when we are done, I will get you something to eat. We both made our way to the bathroom. “I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing as my eyes swept down to his nude beautiful form. I couldn't keep my gaze from returning to his crotch. His cock was looking soft and it seemed harmless. But I recalled how it felt inside my cunt and I love it.”

The humiliation was a hot, sharp spike of pure lust. She stopped at his feet. He reached down, his hand fisting in her hair, and guided her head to his cock. She opened her mouth, and he slid in, the familiar weight of him on her tongue a comforting, obscene presence. He didn't thrust. He just held her there, his cock filling her mouth, his hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to submit. "You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "My own personal Lagos slut, here in Abuja to service me."