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Standing, her head barely reaching his chin, she pressed her naked frame against him and whispered, "Is it wrong that I want to stare at them?" Wrong? Never. He couldn't admit it aloud, but he'd always enjoyed watching people being intimate, a fetish he discovered in high school when he came across a girl giving a buddy of his a BJ under the bleachers during a school dance. He'd been unable to tear himself away, just like he'd stayed to watch Francine when Alejandro bounced her on his cock. Sometimes the role of audience could titillate almost as much as that of participant. Of course, only one thing could make it better. Sharing it with the woman he wanted, a naked, very horny one who press

Watersports that involve sexual acts like ingesting urine or bathing in urine, urinating on another person or items (such as bedwetting) and self-soiling. No, pee fetish (also referred to as urolagnia) isn't a typo. In the world of kinks and fetishes, lots of things can be twisted into an erotic sensation. Pee is one of them. Like other fringe kinks of bodily functions (such as sleeping, eating, and even something as simple as specific body parts), pee has found its way into the erotic profile of many sexually active adults.

I ask. Holden shrugs. "Not the whipping and caning, but the fun stuff like handcuffs, toys and well... orgasm denial. Are you into the pain?" I bite my lip and nod. "It's a fetish I guess. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain. If you find that middle line, it's incredible!" Holden grins. "Let me show you what I can do." He whispers in my ear before pushing me off him, down onto the bed and straddling me.

one of them. At noon, for a few days before the current events. Because the house of pleasure had girls who dealt with several types of fetishes, one of the executives was a group of cattle and meatpacking businesspeople who were paying for the work of Goki's girls. Among them one of the cowboys who had a specific fetish of having women on top of him in a batch of twelve at a time, jumping and riding with a cowgirl, on top of his penis, after, of course, jumping like a bull towards her. special pleasure room, where he simply embodied a bull.

He looked hideous. “If you like, I have many more vile words.” Ron stared at me. “Do you like dirty words? It's a pity I haven't given you a taste of the Whip.” “Since when do you abuse underage girls?” I stepped forward and approached him. “Tell me.” “You want to know?” Ron grinned, “I've had this fetish since before I met you. But I never used it on you because you're boring and rigid. The girls were more fun. I like to see the whip crack on their fresh skin, red as a blooming rose. Their screams excite me. They were like lowly b.itches when they knelt before me and begged for my forgiveness.”

The wet sounds of my mouth on her, the slap of my hips, her nails digging into my back while she moaned like a dirty slut for me. My fist pumped faster. Pre-cum poured from the slit, dripping onto the bathroom floor in thick strings. I spat into my palm and stroked harder, the slick, sound of it filling the small room. I thought about how her pussy used to grip me, hot and already soaked, clenching every time I bottomed out. How she’d beg for it deeper, harder, while those perfect tits bounced with every thrust. I wanted to paint them. Wanted to come all over those soft mounds, watch my cum drip down the valley between them, smear it into her skin until she was shiny and marked.

"Fuck me, Toby. Make me yours. I want your cock inside me. I want it so bad..." She was a lesbian with a fetish. Not, as you may have guessed, a fetish for cock, or for men, or even for not being a lesbian. Nope - Beth knew exactly who she was. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that it wasn't men. Beth liked pussy, exclusively, and (just for fun) I had decided not to mess with that. Instead, I gave her my fetish. Beth, just like me (and just like everyone else I turned, to be fair), had a pregnancy fetish.

My hands were raised above me, like a statue, like a worthless object displayed in a museum. Adrian and Sebastian stopped talking. They stared at me with desire. Leon brought his lips close to my ear. I felt his warm breath. "I need to be honest with you, Ana," he whispered sensually. "I have a fetish." I swallowed. "What fetish?" "I like watching my partner being enjoyed by other men." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What?" I whispered. "I like watching you with Adrian. I like watching you with Sebastian. I like watching you enjoy them and them enjoying you."

Bio: “Your favorite MILF next door with a breeding fetish. Cum play with me, daddy. Exclusive vids, customs, and more. No PPV for my loyal breeders.” Breeding fetish? What the fuck? I scrolled, breath shallow. Thumbnails of videos: “Breeding My Step-Bro,” “Creampie Compilation,” “Impregnate Me POV.” My dick twitched despite the shock. This was her? My future sister-in-law? I clicked a preview clip before I could stop myself. Sam on screen, naked except for thigh-high stockings, on all fours. A guy behind her—faceless, just a cock—pounding away. Her moans were the same ones I heard through the walls, but dirtier. “Fill me up, baby. Breed this tight pussy. Make me yours.”

“Never intercourse but I had one guy who paid me a grand more than once to lick peanut butter off my body. There was a man who simply liked feet. He paid me five hundred bucks a session to massage my feet while I yelled obscenities at him. He was a nice guy but I’m pretty sure his mother made him rub her feet while she belittled him as a young boy.” “You yelled obscenities at him?” “Yes. His favorite ones were ‘bloody bastard’ and if he was close to finishing, he liked me to yell ‘fuck you and your father’.” She shrugged. “I was a college kid with no trust fund. I needed the cash.” “It was a fetish club then. Nobody actually beat you?”