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And watching the girl climax had made Jacqueline tremble in her seat, to which I decided we move to another stage where a collared woman knelt and sucked her master as he held onto her leash keeping her close to where he was. Scene after scene made us stay longer than expected, and when Larissa came I once again refused her threesome offer. And when we eventually got to the penthouse she was putty in my hands and I was stiff as a rod from watching her watch live porn all night long. Fuck...

Penelope whined while hugging Arai. "Did you really get laid last night? Tell me you didn't..." Penelope blinked her brown eyes at her curvy best friend. "No... Actually, I did have one with him..." Arai blushed. Penelope grimaced. "You're kidding!" she whimpered. Arai shook her head. "We... just finished this morning." Hearing her friend's honest answers, Penelope paled. Maybe they did have sex. They, Arai with Zaha, and Penelope with Heinrich.

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

(A short story) THEY WEREN'T THE biggest he’d ever seen, but boy did they look firm! Niall Christopher spread out his copy of Penthouse and gazed at the most gorgeous pair of breasts he’d ever seen. High and delicately rounded they went perfectly with the tiny waist, the long, sleek thighs and the petal-pink, sweetly crinkled sex that peeped demurely yet raunchily through a bush of flossy gold-brown curls.

I stared down at the bag as my brows knotted in indecision. "Move! You're blocking the best part." Gilbert scowled. Gilbert was the class weirdo. I wasn't surprised he'd be the only one watching that crap. Without thinking, I opened the pocket and snuck my OhMiBod into my pocket then left. Inside the stall, I took three deep breaths before entering pornhub. The sound of a brunette screaming filled my ears through my earphone. The man fucking her looked like an offspring of Bigfoot. He was the hairiest thing I'd ever seen. His dick had a slight curve and the brunette seemed to be enjoying every inch of it.

The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties. The moment her dark eyes landed on me, a slow smile spread across her face. She sauntered over with her hips swaying rhythmically, wrapping her soft, bare arms around my neck. "Mmm... you kept me waiting, Hillian," she purred softly, burying her face against the crook of my neck and kissing her way up to my jaw. "And here I thought changing the spot from the lake house to a hotel meant you were getting impatient." Her hands slid down my chest, coming to rest over my lower belly, her warm body pressing flush against mine.

“Where is the fun in that?” “It’s not supposed to be fun,” I snapped, my heart hammering against my ribs. “You are supposed to be repentant. To change your ways.” “And the other day, there were two men,” she whispered. There were rattling sounds as she leaned closer. I could smell her vanilla perfume. “I was on fire that night; I had a lot to drink before. You see, these men were special, VIP. They paid for me and I gave them a darn good show. I had on my favorite gold bikini set. It’s basically a strip of clothing; doesn’t cover anything—”

“You don’t come until I say so.” I cried out at the sharp sting, my clit throbbing painfully with need. “Please…” I begged shamelessly. “Please let me come.” Lena stood up, towering over me again. She grabbed my hand and pressed it against the hard bulge of her strap — I hadn’t even noticed she was wearing one under her jeans. “You’re going to earn it,” she said, voice dark with lust. “Get on your knees and suck my cock like a good girl first.” Right there on the rooftop, hidden only by a few plants, I dropped to my knees. My dress was bunched around my waist, pussy exposed and dripping down my thighs. I frantically unbuttoned Lena’s jeans and pulled out the thick, realistic strap-on she was

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

“I’ve already broken my hymen. I did it with a thick cucumber after watching a p**n video where a girl fucked herself with one. I’ve kept it a secret from all my friends. They still think I’m just the innocent virgin bookworm who only studies and touches herself… but I’ve been addicted to p**n for years, wondering what a real dick would feel like stretching my pussy. Now I want you to be the one to fuck me.” She didn’t have to do much more. Just standing there naked, letting him stare at her curvy body and glistening pussy, was enough. Jackson’s cock hardened fast, tenting his shorts obviously. Mirabel smirked. “Forget the video game. The real game is on my body.” Jackson fell completely. An