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Pulses of slick orgasm shoot up from his cock, hitting him in the chest and flowing down his abs until it begins to soften. I continue drilling him in quick motions and I don't even understand it, but he can't get enough, mewling and gasping the entire time, like he might be having multiple orgasms... Which I didn't even know was possible for guys. I know he would hate to hear this, but I think Skylar is a power bottom. Seriously... Whether he likes it or not, he was made to take dick in his ass. But then something unwanted pops into my head... An image of him with someone who isn't me. Pictures of him giving his ass to other guys are swarming my mind, and I hate it. It makes me want to retc

But even as I climbed into bed, pulling the sheets over me, I knew it was pointless because the moment I closed my eyes, the scene started to replay. I could see him so vividly, as if he were still right there, in front of me, teasing me without a single word. My body betrayed me again. A slow warmth spread through me, curling in my stomach, demanding something more. I shifted in bed, pressing my thighs together, letting out a frustrated breath as I could feel my juice building up, ready to explode down my thighs. This was insane. I shouldn’t be craving him. I had no right to. But the more I tried to fight it, the more intense it became.

My finger moved on its own. His profile—blue checkmark, 4.2M followers—featured a new Story. I went back to the main video. The comments kept popping up on the screen. @TateFan420: "OnlyFans with that body? Must be earning peanuts. Who wants to see that thing undressed. Bet she smells like a seafood dumpster." @Sigma342: "Look at her thighs jiggle when she walks! Built like that and acts like she's hot? Delusional."

They gotta stop mooning over me, he thought. “Hey,” Thor called to them in a flirty manner. When does he not? He climbed the pool ladder, flexing his shoulders. The water streaked from his shoulders down to the form of his biceps and from his chest down to his six-pack abs. “Showoff,” Paul Sohan whispered that made him and Erric chuckle. Thor walked towards them casually and said, “We’re thirsty, so—” One of the ladies couldn’t contain her shriek and ran off to The Sans Café & Bar. Thor smiled and Erric was almost sure he felt pity for the runaway girl, feeding his self-conceit.

I don't want to marry that scumbag nerd, and I also don't want to let the money slip through my fingers. ------------- Thanks for giving this story a chance. I will not disappoint you. The story contains smuts, 18+ content and light BDSM (spanking, hadcuffing, dominating male etc). Move ahead only if you are comfortable. I will not put the warnings in each chapter. Follow my I G page (dayyyyydreamerrr) to view the cast and stay updated about my current and upcoming stories.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

Juices gushed, puddling the sheets, tangy scent filling the room. His dirty talk replayed: "No one deserves you... body's for family." Hips bucked, tits swinging, slapping undersides. Free hand yanked a nipple, twisting vicious. Pressure coiled, belly tight. "Split me, brother... fuck your sis raw." Visions: him pinning me like this, cock ramming balls-deep, stretching till I screamed, cum flooding my womb.

I swallowed hard and started repeating every filthy word. “I lust over a man… not normal lust. The kind that makes me wet. Makes my pussy throb. I imagine him with me in places he shouldn’t be. I think about his cock doing dirty things to me while I scream his name. I imagine him growling my name while I moan. I know there’s no chance he even knows I exist… but I need help, Father. Maybe his cock is the only help I need.” Silence stretched between us. “How long has this been going on, sister?” His voice was lower now. Rougher.

‎I was chasing a release, a violent, desperate one at that. ‎"Mhmm... Fuck," I moaned, as I kept plunging the little powered device into my desperate pussy, while imagining it was my sister's husband's hard cock. ‎I have been lusting over my sister's husband, Tyson since he got married to my immediate elder sister five years ago. I know it's wrong, but the man is so well built and all I've been thinking about since they got married is me choking on his erect cock. ‎To get those dirty thoughts out of my head, I had been avoiding my sister and her home. I rarely went to her house and only went there when it was important to avoid running into her hot, muscular husband and fantasizing about sex