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My legs felt shaky as I descended the stairs, the cool wood against my bare feet doing nothing to calm the fire still burning between my thighs. The dream clung to me like a second skin, Alex’s thick cock stretching me open, his dirty growls in my ear, the way I’d moaned like a slut while he fucked me senseless in my own bed. My soaked panties rubbed against my swollen clit with every step, sending little sparks up my spine. I tugged the hem of my tiny sleep shorts down, but they barely covered anything. My thin tank top clung to my breasts, nipples still hard and obvious. Part of me hoped he’d notice. The other part was terrified he would.

I kept picturing him—his shirt gone, the sharp cut of his abs, the strength in his chest. A slow heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach until my heartbeat quickened. Restless, I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, opened the site Hannah had once teased me about. It was a p**n site. I slipped the pillow over the screen, creating a private little shield, and pressed play. The lady in the video spread her legs and began to rub her clit after lubricating her finger with saliva. I was so horny, my own hand slipped beneath my robe until my fingers found my already wet clit and I began to rub it.

The new angle made her see stars. “Gonna fill you again, baby. Breed this vulnerable little cunt they think I’m ‘helping’.” His filthy words pushed her over the edge. Lila came hard, her walls clamping down on him like a vice. Kane followed with a guttural roar, pumping load after load of hot cum deep inside her until it overflowed. They didn’t stop there. After a short rest, Lila dared him again. She pushed him onto the couch and rode his face while sucking him in a messy 69.

Why does every normal-looking man turn out to be some sort of freak? "A panther doesn't howl, and I don't dress up. I can change from a man to a panther." I hear him speaking, but I must be scrambling the words in my brain because I swear he just said he can change into a panther. I definitely need my gun. As I prepare to say I need to use the restroom, I hear something that makes me stop. Is he purring? "What's that noise?" I ask softly. Shaun takes my hand, and damn it, I feel those tingles that I like, so I don't pull away. He places my hand on his chest, and I feel a vibration coming from inside him.

My pussy clenched so hard I whimpered. I shoved my own panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off. I was dripping, slick coating my inner thighs. I lined him up, the blunt head kissing my entrance. Shawn's hands clamped down hard on my hips. “Susan... ahh… wait… slow down. You’re so fucking tight already, I…” I sank down. Just the tip stretched me open, burning in the best way. I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. Yes!

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

she whispered. I watched her fingers move under the fabric. My breathing got heavy. "Take your shorts off. Let me see." She pulled her shorts down. Her pussy was shaved and already glistening. She spread her legs and kept rubbing. "Do you like watching your niece play with herself?" "Yes," I said. I reached over and touched her thigh. "You are so fucking sexy." "Touch me," Princess begged. "Please." I slid two fingers into her pussy right away. She was soaking wet. I pumped them in and out fast. Princess moaned and grabbed my arm. "Uncle Matt... your fingers feel so good."

My nails raked down his back, my body betraying me as I rocked against him while he tore my shorts aside and his fingers slipped between my wet folds and pressed on my already sensitive nub. I gasped, rocking against his fingers slowly. “Already wet for me,” he rasped, clearly satisfied at that revelation. I hated that he was right. Hated that my body was already his, whether I wanted it or not. But I wasn’t stopping. Not this time. “Ronan,” I breathed, fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck me.” He groaned like the words physically pained him, dragging his cock against my slick heat, teasing me and torturing me.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real