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As he spoke, he grabbed the waistband of my pants and yanked down hard… I jolted and instinctively grabbed my pants, but it was still too late. "Chad, do I have to take my pants off for a massage?" I might be a lonely wife, but I knew there were lines I shouldn't cross, especially now that I was in Hank's hometown. I couldn't imagine how embarrassing it would be if word got out. Suddenly, Chad moved his hand between my legs and stretched out his middle finger. A wave of pure bliss erupted in my mind, and it felt almost like my bones had melted away. His perfect aim had hit my most sensitive part.

One thing I hate about my job is the amount of dicks you get to see... like dick here dick there. The worst part? Is if you're assigned permanently to the andropause section. As a healthy straight, single woman who doesn't have constant sex, it's pure hell. You get to see thick veiny big erect sausages that you have to touch. And not touch in the way you'd want to. Honestly I didn't know the prostate section was gonna be pure temptation. It paid higher which was why I took it but now I'm beginning to regret it.

"I need more. Please give me more." I added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch him wider. He moaned loudly, his back arching, his bound hands gripping the headboard. I worked my fingers in and out, curling them to find his prostate. The moment I hit it he cried out, his whole body jerking. "There it is," I murmured, rubbing that spot over and over. "That's what you need isn't it? Need me to fuck you right here until you can't take it anymore."

When she finally slid two fingers inside and crooked them against his prostate, he moaned loudly into the pillow. “You sound so fucking pretty when you’re like this,” she said. She added more oil and worked a third finger in, stretching him open. Then came the plug — thick, smooth, with a gentle curve. She pressed it in slowly, twisting it until it popped past the tight ring of muscle and settled against his prostate. She turned it on. The low, steady vibration hit him like lightning. Pleasure radiated through his pelvis, making his cock leak steadily onto the sheets beneath him.

Together, they began putting everything into a plan for the day. Rob looked up at the camera. "Can we combine tasks?" he asked. The TV chimed. 'Yes' "Mom, this is going to be a walk in the park." "I have an idea. We should group the anal together near the end. Just for fun, I can bind you for the prostate massage, but let's do cowgirl first." "Tell me about this prostate massage." "Lube and one finger. You'll cum buckets. Trust me." "Okay," he sighed.

"I don't want to come back to the place. I want to erase the memory of being a prostitute__." "How often do I have to tell you; you are not a prostitute?" Nathan object. "Nathan___" "Kimberly, listen to me... You only sleep with me, no one else but me. Yes! I gave you the money, but it doesn't mean you're a prostitute. We do these as we agree on our deal. So, will you please stop thinking about it because you're not? " He insists. "And stop running to the pub house for money. You can go to many places to ask for help, like charities. They can be a big help." He suggested. "Unlike the old woman who was hitting you! If only I could also punch the bitch." He added.

he growled. "Ughhhh, hurry up, I'm close, sh*t!" I moaned loudly. Just a few moments later I felt the release of his juice inside my womanhood. I dug my nail firmly behind his back and I knew he was hurt by what I did. But all he did was to hug me tightly and kiss my forehead.At that moment, i felt that im his wife and not just a prostitute.It is really different compared to what we did before.It's not wild but passionate at this time.

"When would that be?" "I guess, now." Loren smiled, ready for another round. She kissed him and held his d**k in her hand. It was heavy and covered in her own juices. "I need this awesome d**k in my p**sy again," Caleb's testosterone exploded and the resting d**k became firm again, ready to f**k Loren again.

I knew he was about to come so I massage his prostate at an increasing speed. "T-too f-fast." He softly moaned as he struggled to remove my fingers. Now, all my fingers were inside him, except my thumb and my little finger. I thrusted them harder and faster, and he shrieked at the sudden increase of pace, he gripped onto my shirt. "I-I'm c-cumming." He moaned as his grip tightened around my shirt and he let it out.

I breathe out and Damian lets go of my hand to caress my thigh. "You've got all the time you need to adjust, just deep breaths and focus on relaxing," he says soothingly. I nod and try my best to relax. Thankfully they are deep enough now to brush my prostate so I don't just have pain, I also have pleasure that's motivating me to keep going. I squeeze my eyes shut and move my hips down so they both bottom out. A deep groan leaves my mouth and my ass tries to clench around their rods which makes me wince. "You're doing so well sweetheart," Damian says and I pry my eyes open to see him smiling at me.