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I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

He reached down quick grabbing another condom from his pocket because he was not done either his cock aching bad to be buried in my tight heat again. I watched him roll it on my hand helping stroke him a few times feeling him pulse hot under my fingers thicker than before from how turned on he still was. “Hurry,” I begged grinding against him my clit swollen needy rubbing hard on his shaft. Rune lined up and thrust in hard this time no slow entry just one deep push filling me completely stretching my sore pussy wide again. I cried out loud my hands slapping the counter hard for support the fullness overwhelming burning so good as he bottomed out his hips slamming against mine.

He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging slap. “Beg for it. Beg like the desperate, cock-hungry baby you are.” “Please…please, Damon, please let me come…I’ve been good, I tried so hard not to, but I need it, I need to come on your cock so badly it hurts…please, I’ll do anything, I’ll be your good girl, your dirty little slut, just please let me come…please, please, please…” “Louder. I want the whole house to hear how badly you need it.”

I was so close to begging him to just push the fabric aside and slide inside me. But he didn’t. Instead he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand and kept grinding, slow and filthy, until I came again — soaking the front of his shorts with my release while he groaned and spilled hot cum into his own boxers, pulsing against me. We stayed pressed together, panting, his cum-soaked shorts sticky against my drenched pussy. His forehead rested against mine. “This is just the beginning,” he whispered, voice dark with promise. “By the end of this trip, you’re gonna be ruined for anyone else.”

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The sun is very hot out here so I pick up some lotion and rub it on my body so as not to get burnt and look like a cooked lobster in the end! I don't have emails so I just play a game for a while and when I get bored of that i put my tablet away and pick up my romance novel i was reading. Half way through the book though I drift away into a peaceful slumber. After spending an hour or so in the water Conor comes back and puts his cold hands on my body making me heal up. "What the hell Conor??" I yell at him and he only smirks smugly with an innocent face!.....devil!

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“Anya—“ Sandra choked out, her hands clutching at Anya’s shoulders for support. But Anya wasn’t rushing. She moved with a maddening precision, her fingers working in slow strokes that drove Sandra to the edge without letting her fall. “You want more?” Anya whispered, her lips brushing against Sandra’s jaw as her fingers plunged deeper, curling inside her in a way that made Sandra cry out. “Yes,” Sandra gasped, her voice ragged. “Please, don’t stop.” Anya’s chuckle was low, rich with satisfaction. “Good girl,” she purred, her fingers picking up speed, her thumb pressing harder against Sandra’s clit. The rhythm was relentless, each stroke drawing a new sound from Sandra, whimpers, moans, broke

Then his tongue dragged a long, slow stripe up the center of my shorts, pressing the wet cotton hard against my swollen clit. I cried out, back arching, fingers tangling in his hair. He did it again—slower, filthier—tongue flattening, circling, sucking my clit through the fabric until I was shaking. “Take them off,” I begged. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked the shorts down my legs. My bare pussy was exposed—puffy, glistening, clit swollen and throbbing. Liam groaned, low and primal, then buried his face between my thighs.

I cried out as he pounded me, my breasts bouncing with every powerful thrust. Sophia couldn’t stay away any longer. She stood up and pressed herself against my side, kissing me sloppily while her hand moved down to rub my clit as Ethan fucked me. The added stimulation pushed me over the edge. I came hard, screaming into Sophia’s mouth, my pussy spasming wildly around Ethan’s cock. He groaned and thrust deep, flooding my pussy with hot cum. He kept fucking me through it, pushing his load deeper until it started leaking out around his shaft, mixing with the shower water.