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~ In my happy era ~ POV: GABRIELLA BROOKS 🎵Big Pluto bitch, like, what the fuck? 🎵Slidin' down Ashby with the brew, you know we deep as fuck 🎵He want me bad, heard he a duck, can't get no coochie out the queen 🎵Put some Lulu on this butt (That Lululemon)

I let out a long scream. Damn, I think he just opened me in two and powerful thrusts follow. - Hummmm you feel so good, so good... don’t... so... hum... soft... hoo.... damn.... I... am... losing... His thrusts double in intensity... I am I..... in paradise... - You're going to be a good girl and take me without complaint... humm... yes...? - Oh yesss... hummm - Then take that..... take that.... Each word is accompanied by a powerful thrust.

“I love when you talk dirty like that. It makes me throb. My clit is so swollen… every time I touch it I feel like I could explode.” “Pinch it for me,” he commanded softly, his voice sweet and filthy all at once. “Roll that pretty clit between your fingers while I tell you how much I adore you. You’re so fucking perfect, Sylvia. So open and honest and wet for me. I love making you feel this good. You’re my dirty little angel tonight.”

I’m breathing hard, chest rising and falling, knuckles burning, face throbbing. Mateo doesn’t look much better. Split lip, one eye already starting to swell… and he’s still smiling. Idiot. “Fucking psycho,” he spits. “Stay out of things that don’t concern you.” I shrug off the hands holding me, ready to go again. “Shut up.” He wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, not taking his eyes off me. “It’s not your business,” he adds. “It never was.”

She’s a sweaty mess when another orgasm makes her whimper Daddy’s name. I stand and tug my sweatpants down and pull my shirt over my head. I’ve never seen something so beautiful. Her chest rises and falls erratically, her lips part as she tries to catch her breath. I take a hold of each thigh and lean down to whisper in her ear. “Now, you’re ready for me.” “It’s so big and hard, Daddy.” “Don’t worry, I have a feeling it’ll slide right in. This pussy was made for my cock, baby girl.”

I'm falling In all the good times, I find myself longing for change And in the bad times, I fear myself I'm off the deep end, watch as I dive in I'll never meet the ground Crash through the surface, where they can't hurt us We're far from the shallow now In the sha-ha, sha-ha-llow In the sha-ha-sha-la-la-la-llow In the sha-ha, sha-ha-llow We're far from the shallow now With each word he sang, one could feel the passion with which he was singing. Like he was singing for his woman.

Hearing those incredibly dirty words come straight from a priest’s mouth shocked me, another wave of heat crashed down into my p*ssy, leaving me entirely soaked. The contrast of his holy status and his filthy mouth turned me on more than anything ever had. He slammed his hips forward in a final rhythm, burying himself to the back of my throat. My eyes went wide as I choked, my hands weakly gripping his thighs. Suddenly, his entire body stiffened. He let out a loud groan as his c*ck pulsed violently inside my mouth. Thick, hot streams of c*m hit the back of my throat. My instincts screamed at me to spit, but his hand stayed locked in my hair, forcing me to swallow every single drop of his rel

🎵I love when you're submissive Love it when I break skin You feel pain without flinchin' So say it🎵 🎵Give me tough love Leave me with nothin' when I come down My kinda love Push me and choke me 'til I pass out🎵 He slid his finger into her warm heat. “Haha! I got you all wet,you pretender!” He said in delight.

“Because I was an outsider. It took me a year and thousands of wasted dollars before I admitted it to myself. You said it yourself. I’m not a big city person. I like the excitement of the job, but not the lifestyle or the pressure to look a certain way. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s important to show up looking put together, clean, and professional, but does wearing a five-thousand-dollar suit make me any better than the lawyer in the eight-hundred-dollar suit?” “Even eight hundred bucks is way too much for a suit.” She laughs. “It is.” Taking her hand off my thigh, she turns on the radio. It’s synced to my phone, and she flips through my playlist until “Defying Gravity” comes on. “Maybe

Punish her, punish her, punish her. The words that had been consistently running through his head as he brutally attacked her over and over again. Each bite causes tremors of euphoria. Sizzling his insides out with sudden need. Then she had done the unthinkable for him. She had opened that filthy mouth. He tasted the heavenly drink within her. The drink in her mouth is dirty, pure, filthy, innocent... fūck! fūck! fūck!..her fūcking mouth is full of poison.