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It's our fifth year together, and I accompany my fiance, Theo Montague, to see the aurora he has always yearned to see. Fortune favors us that night as vivid green lights stretch across the snow-covered plain. He wraps his arms around me from behind and suddenly murmurs, "It's beautiful. Too bad we're still one step short of perfect." I freeze for a moment and ask him what we're missing. He doesn't answer, and I don't press him, either. After all, I've heard this phrase far too many times. When I go to great lengths to get him the out-of-print book he has his sights on for ages, he sighs. "We're still one step short of perfect." When we move into our beautifully furnished house and f

pushed inside slowly. The sensation was strange but not entirely unpleasant. He worked her patiently, adding more lube, a second finger, stretching her, preparing her. "The key to good anal," he explained in that clinical voice while doing something absolutely obscene, "is patience and preparation. You can't rush it." By the time he finally pressed the head of his massive cock against her ass, Eva was ready....nervous but ready. "This is going to hurt," he warned. "But breathe through it. Trust me."

d) is gay. Below were different pictures of him and a guy's face almost together as if they were kissing and one he was hugging tightly.

It's the perfect chance to release the deep breath I've been holding inside of me. “Ahhh!” I twerk up, feeling the itch from Baron’s anal fuck, it's him as I look before him. Aaron is rocking my pussy, pushing in so hard. Ouch! Justin, Cameron and Sharon stand still gawking at me, Sharon keeps on stroking his cock, my eyes sweep over his rock-hard eight pack abs. I'm drowning in this deep sin. I tell myself. These are fucking, crazy bastards. Fucking in the sense that they love it too much, more than the average man and coming to think seven of them.

Ana walked in and the music being played on the stereo got louder and on her left, she found her man doing push ups in nothing but his black boxers. Ana leaned against the doorframe and couldn't help but get aroused by the sight of his muscles bulging out and his sweat pouring down on all the curves of his strong body. She got her fingers to feel her lips while her tongue stuck out to wipe her dried up lips. There was something sexy about him in only his underwear and working out. It caused a feeling to gush in between her legs and boy, was Ana now wanting a round of passion.

But now, alone in bed, she needed something real, flesh and sweat, not just fingers and vibrators. "Ah, fuck, another asshole sending a dick pic without asking," she murmured to herself, with a naughty smile curving her full lips. The image on the screen was of a flaccid dick, poorly framed, with a stupid caption: "Wanna suck?" Ana laughed softly, deleting the match without mercy. "Go fuck yourself, idiot. If you want to impress, at least show it hard and ready for action."

All I could think about was to kiss her lips again, reassuringly, until she returned my embrace in a hug and allowed the stress she seemed to be feeling to ease up a bit. "I have a bit of an anal fixation myself, honestly.." I said. It was true. Anal sex was my favorite. Not that I'd normally take other things off the table, mind you. But what had just happened earlier was one of my wildest fantasies come true - to make Abigail climax from anal penetration had sent my arousal to levels I didn't know were possible. I had not even been sure such a thing was possible. "Oh.." she giggled in surprise at my confession.. "You're not just saying that, are you? I mean, it's fine if you are, but.."

She continued the chatterbox routine, though. "I need this inside me," she said, grabbing my cock. "I really want to feel it. But I need to warn you." "Oh yeah? What about?" I said. "What I'm known for best," she said and guided my cock into her, "is how much I love anal." I savored her wet, velvety pussy. "Don't take this the wrong way," I said, "but you are way tighter than I expected." She humped back against me and laughed. "Oh, you know," she said, "instead of a personal trainer at the gym, I have one for kegels."

They looked very intimate. The wedding ring I had begged him to wear for five years was not on his finger. In the video, a big hand held a smaller one, and matching rings shone on their fingers in the light. That was when I realized that he did not actually hate red dresses, women in makeup, and his ring. He only hated them because of me. He did not love me. I cried until my tears ran dry and accepted the system’s offer to bind me to the Perfect Partner System.

I flipped her over before breaching her puckered hole just as hard, making her beg for me to stop, but I just fūcked her harder, desperate to get off. I closed my eyes as I brutally thrust her tight asshole, but as soon as the darkness consumed me, I saw her. Brown wavy hair and blue eyes. The softest skin I have ever touched. Innocent yet so fierce. So fūcking breakable. I wanted that. To break her. So fūcking badly. And I came. Hard as hell and harder than ever. I felt how spurt after spurt filled Analisa, leaving me lightheaded.