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“This is wrong. Our wives…” Derek’s own cock was pressed hard against Mike’s thigh now, grinding slowly. “I know it’s wrong. I’m not gay. You’re not gay. But goddamn your ass feels good in my hand.” The denial fueled the heat. Both men breathing heavy, fighting it even as their bodies gave in. Derek poured more baby oil, letting it drip down Mike’s crack, making everything wet and glistening. His finger pushed inside slowly, just the tip, stretching that virgin-tight hole.

Im moaning loudly now, there’s so much pleasure happening in my pussy right now, I’m so close already i want to cum all over that finger. He slams his finger into hard and fast and I crumble in his grasp, he doesn’t hold back, he keeps on going and going. Fucking me with his fingers until I am screaming and heavy pleasure. It rockets through my body and I orgasm, shaking all over. For a moment I lay on the bed and relax, catching my breath. He flips me around making me lay on my back. “Open your mouth”, he said. My lips part a little and he slips the fingers he fucked me with into my mouth.

she gasped, eyes rolling back as she took more, her walls clenching around him greedily. Ethan’s hands shot to her hips, gripping hard, but instead of pushing her off, his fingers dug in, holding her in place. “Lila… fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, voice breaking. He felt incredible, her heat enveloping him like a vice, slick and hot, squeezing every ridge and vein. It was better than any fantasy; she was real, wet, pulsing around him.

I'm being turned on badly and he has not even done anything to me yet. One hand pressed between my shoulder blades, the other between my thighs. His fingers stroked me slowly, with calculated passes over my soaked pussy. Then, without warning, he slid one finger inside me. I gasped, my back arching slightly. “Tell me, Lyla…” he whispered. “How long has it been since a man touched you here?” I swallowed hard, trying to remember. “Four months,” I breathed. His finger slid deeper. Another joined it. His other hand curved around my throat.

He came with a cry, his cum spilling hot and thick across my hand and his stomach. I pulled out, my cock slick and slimmy, and looked at my three omegas. They were spread across the bed, panting, marked, filled with my seed. But I wasn't done. "Together," I said. "I want you all together." I positioned Noah on his back, his legs spread. I positioned Liam between his legs, his cock pressing against Noah's entrance. I positioned Ethan on top of Liam, his hole hovering over Liam's cock. And then I positioned myself behind Ethan, my cock pressing against his entrance.

“Please just fuck me.” He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in harder. The table creaked under us with every thrust. One of his hands stayed locked on my hip while the other reached around and found my clit, rubbing tight circles in time with the way he was pounding into me. “You came early just so I could bend you over and use this tight little cunt,” he said against my ear. “Didn’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, I did. Harder, Kai, please—”

Oh, look at the way his body’s gone all stiff, Georgie boy is sure loving this. Wow, look at that cock gleaming with your combined love juices... such a beautiful sight. Keep stroking his cock, use both hands now and get a tight grip. Slide your hands up and down, slow and easy... gradually building up on the tempo. Yeah, oh... hell yeah, watching you jerking off my husband in front of me is making me so horny. Oh, yeah... I’m going to cum again, just looking at you go. Oh, yeah... keep stroking it, stroke it hard... look, his getting bigger and more red... he’s going to cum... oh, fuck... here he comes... keep on stroking him. And don’t waste that delicious spunk, get it all in your mouth.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.