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Simultaneous with the one still pounding my pussy. Quadruple penetration—three in back, one stretching my cunt to the absolute limit. The pressure was blinding. No room left. No air. Just endless, obscene fullness. Every tiny movement dragged ridges and veins against hypersensitive walls. I screamed around the cock in my throat—muffled, desperate. They fucked harder.

All three were grunting and groaning. Penelope came first. She bucked and wriggled but Pierre held her down and fucked her pussy relentlessly. She started to scream. He was reaming her young cunt with fast, deep strokes and, with her legs draped over his shoulders, all she could do was take it. Beatrice pinched Penelope’s nipples and she began to cum again. Pierre kept at it and at it. Penelope was completely spent. She begged him to stop. He didn’t. She came again. And again. Beatrice said something in a very low, lusty French accent and Pierre rolled off Penelope. She slid sideways and landed in a crumpled heap. Facing them both, Penelope urged Pierre to fuck Beatrice and make her cum too.

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

I am Hemanth, a 19-year-old Indian boy, living with my parents in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I had always been a shy, introverted kid, but lately, I had developed a fascination with BDSM and pegging. I spent hours online, watching videos and reading stories about dominant women using strap-ons to fuck their submissive male partners. The idea of being dominated, edged, and tortured by a powerful milf consumed my thoughts.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

She bites her lip to hold back her moans, but her hips move like she's caught up in the moment, leaving a mark on my pants with our mixed juices. After a minute. The elevator ride up to our penthouse feels like torture, those mirrored walls showing her wild side from every angle. As soon as the doors ding shut, I pin her against the glass, ripping off her thong and stuffing it in her mouth. "Gag on your punishment, Astrella." My fingers plunge into her sloppy hole, three at once, fisting her roughly while the floors tick by. She bucks and drools around the fabric, her clit throbbing under my thumb as I edge her mercilessly. By the time we stumble into the penthouse, she's a quivering wreck,

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

He sure knows how to use that monster in between his legs. “Holy sh…iit” I mumbled as he picked up the pace a little. He pulled the lingerie I had on, almost tearing it off as he pressed me down hard on the counter, I let out an helpless moan when he smacked my ass. God I was such a slut. “ you are so wet baby” he said in a hoarse voice, “ your pussy keeps pulling me in. Are you really that desperate for my cum, ah” he asked

“I don’t need a visual of you shaking your dick in some poor girl’s face.” He laughs. “You should try it.” “No way would he do it,” Quinton says from the chair, his attention focused on the hockey game. “More like no way would you do it,” I shoot back, giving him a pointed look. “Hey, the ladies like their dark men thick,” he says, rubbing his hand over his not-that-thick belly. “Trust me, I don’t need to dance at bachelorette parties to get the goods.” “You’re both pathetic,” I say. “I would have thought that our days of university were behind"

Mark was on the couch alone, watching p**n? Jennie was clearly still asleep down the hall. And he was…shit he's stroking his long dick. My feet stopped moving completely. Does this mean Jennie doesn't satisfy him? He hadn't heard me. His eyes were rolling, head tilted back against the cushion, completely lost in his own world, one hand moving fast that made my throat go completely dry. “Urghh, lick her pussy dry”. He moaned looking directly as the pornstars were in the position of 6 9.