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His eyes widened—taking in the scene: two naked women tangled on the conference table, thighs slick with cum and squirt, breasts heaving, hair wrecked, the air thick with the smell of pussy and sweat. Sofia lifted her head first. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. “Evan,” she purred. “You’re early.” Lena propped up on one elbow, legs still spread, cum glistening on her inner thighs. “Close the door.” Evan’s throat worked. He stepped inside—door clicking shut behind him—eyes never leaving their bodies. “You two…” His voice was rough. “This is…” “Hot?” Lena finished, spreading her legs wider so he could see the creamy mess between them. “Come here.”

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

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The moment I stepped into my quiet dorm room, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep without touching myself again. Sophie was still out, probably lost in her art studio like usual. I locked the door, stripped completely naked, and dropped onto my bed. The sinful book lay open on the pillow beside me, those red-ink notes staring up at me like accusations and invitations. I spread my legs wide, knees bent, and let my fingers trail slowly down my stomach. My pussy was already drenched with fresh arousal. I started slow, teasing my swollen clit with lazy circles, remembering the way Adrian’s tongue had flicked over it.

I hovered over her, crashing my lips onto hers in a hot, messy kiss while my large hands cupped her full, heavy breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling her sensitive nipples between my fingers. Anita moaned loudly into my mouth, her thighs spreading wide open for me. I slid my hand down her flat stomach, finding her wet, swollen heat between her legs. I buried two fingers deep inside her wet core, pumping them in and out with a slick, rhythmic motion while my thumb stroked her sensitive clit. "Ah! Kayzer, yes! Fuck, please!" Anita squealed, her back arching wildly off the mattress as her inner walls clamped tightly around my fingers, her entire body shaking as a powerful orgasm crashed

Ellie was trapped in her erotic dream, and in it, the love of her life was stroking inside her while kissing her shoulders and neck. It sent tingles down to her toes and clit. In the dream, his manhood was thick and hard, filling her to the brim; her pussy was wet and hot, stuffy like the South American jungles; her breathing was quick and shallow in her dream. Oh, what a lovely dream... or was it?

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I sipped wine, thighs slick under the table, clit a constant throb. Evening wound down; baths called after the day's sweat. Manor's en-suites were pure luxury—clawfoot tubs big as beds, brass taps spewing steaming water scented with lavender oil. I ran it deep, bubbles foaming thick, stripping slow in front of the full-length mirror. Crop top peeled off, tits bouncing free—heavy, pale orbs with rosy areolas, nipples stiff peaks from arousal. Skirt dropped, thong last: peeled from soaked lips, string coated in creamy slick. Stepped in naked, shaved pussy gleaming—lips plump and pink, clit hooded but peeking, inner folds glistening. Sighed as heat enveloped me to my neck, bubbles parting aroun

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.