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“Push another finger in. Good. Now rub your clit while you fuck yourself on them. Faster. I want to hear how wet you are.” I obeyed every order, filming more videos and sending to him… By the end I was shaking like a leaf from all the pleasures, my sheets were soaked under me, a video of his thick cock still open on my screen as I came a second time with his voice ringing in my ears. Next day: I walked into the kitchen the following afternoon for water and stopped dead in my track. Ethan’s phone sat unlocked on the counter.. SecretHeat was open. The username at the top of the active chat was unmistakable.

The dark spot had spread so much that the thin fabric clung to my swollen pussy lips, outlining every curve. A thin string of slick had started to drip down my inner thigh. "Look at that mess," he murmured, sounding so pleased. "Your innocent pussy is dripping just from reading my fantasy out loud." "Now slide your hand inside your panties, Lana. Touch yourself properly for my eyes only. Rub your clit in slow circles while I watch."

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was already too late. A slick rush of wetness flooded my panties, hot and sudden, soaking the delicate lace until it clung to my swollen fold. My clit pulsed hard, as if his voice had whispered the command straight against my skin. God. I was dripping. Just from an email. Just from the knowledge that the most explicit thing I’d ever written...forty-three pages of raw, shameless fantasy...was now sitting in his inbox. I had submitted the wrong file. On Monday night I’d been running on cold coffee and three hours of sleep, watching a course submission portal count down the last two minutes before the deadline.

I hovered over her, crashing my lips onto hers in a hot, messy kiss while my large hands cupped her full, heavy breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling her sensitive nipples between my fingers. Anita moaned loudly into my mouth, her thighs spreading wide open for me. I slid my hand down her flat stomach, finding her wet, swollen heat between her legs. I buried two fingers deep inside her wet core, pumping them in and out with a slick, rhythmic motion while my thumb stroked her sensitive clit. "Ah! Kayzer, yes! Fuck, please!" Anita squealed, her back arching wildly off the mattress as her inner walls clamped tightly around my fingers, her entire body shaking as a powerful orgasm crashed

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.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

"So you meant it literally when you said you would make it not hurt before you um...put your cock in me?" "Yes." He kissed me for a while longer. "I have a question though." His fingers were once again tracing circles around my clit. I was feeling a bit overstimulated, but the moment the thought crossed my mind, that cool tingly feeling returned, passing from Orion's fingertips to my cunt. Suddenly, I no longer felt overstimulated. I wanted more, and my thighs subconsciously spread more for him. Wow. "You were a virgin," Orion asked, "but you have...Tony? You never used it on yourself?"

"Your pretty pussy is so clean. So untouched." He used his large, scarred fingers to hook into her labia, spreading the pink, pussy jaws wide. He stared at her tiny, puckered hole, the virgin gateway that had never known a man's intrusion. It was a pale, dusty rose color, glistening with a clear, honeyed nectar that smelled of rain-washed lilies and the sharp, musky tang of a woman in heat. "You smell too fucking good, Ruthie," he groans, his nose inches from her clit. "I can taste it."

She’s slipping away—everything feels like it’s underwater, like a dream she can’t wake from. She cries out again, desperate, high-pitched. Endless waves of orgasm ripple through her trembling form, one crashing over the next, relentless, overwhelming. Her limbs flail, her body convulses beneath him, but still he doesn’t stop. Still he pounds. Still he slams. He whispers dirty words against her flushed skin, each syllable igniting her nerve endings like sparks. “Oh, you wanna act like a little slut?” he snarls against her neck, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Then I’ll make it real easy for you, baby.”