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“Mr. Sinclair says make her squirt on the table. Rub her clit while you fuck her.” The man fucking me grinned and pressed his thumb hard against my swollen clit, rubbing fast, merciless circles while his cock continued its devastating rhythm. I shattered. My back arched violently off the table. A broken, muffled scream tore from my throat around the cock stuffing my mouth. My pussy clenched and spasmed, then gushed with a powerful, messy squirt spraying around his thrusting cock, soaking his abs and the conference table beneath me. They didn’t stop. They kept using me.

When Rui finally finished cumming and moved back, a river of cum cocktail flowed from Krista's gaping pussy as she lowered it onto his mouth, almost choking him as he gulped it down, then feasted on her juicy quim. "Oh, Zach, you are just the sexiest man," Krista said after completely sucking him off and reversing herself, leaning down to kiss him, tasting herself and Rui's cum on his tongue as he tasted his own on hers. "Man, you are one crazy hot woman," Rui said when Krista looked up from kissing Zach and sucked his gooey cock into her mouth, sucking him clean. "Now you know why I'm having so much trouble focusing," Zach sighed. "No way am I going to feel sorry for you," Rui said, laughin

She lets out a cry of pleasure, while he licks and sucks, moving his fingers into her wet …. “Urgh!” I groan and close my eyes. Every single frickin time it’s the same. I can’t even read a trashy book without thinking of him. It’s not easy hating someone. I press my legs together to dissolve the aching itch that forms between them as I throw the stupid book on the ground. Kiara peeps out of the closet. “Melaena!” She’s using my full name for effect. “Stop reading yourself into a climax!” A pair of jeans hit me in the face before I can react.

After my wife, April Carter, gives birth to my child, I'm forced to quit my job and become a full-time stay-at-home dad. Before long, I spiral into severe depression. Countless times, I press a knife to my wrist, only for her to desperately throw her arms around me as I break down in hysterics. "Don't do this! Think about the baby and me! We're right here with you!" My brother, Lucas Getz, and my best buddy, Thomas Balfour, each grab a knife and press it against their own wrists. "If you want to die, we'll die with you," they declare. "Are two lives enough for you?" After that day, I fully commit to my treatment, determined not to let anyone else get hurt because of me. But just when I

I was only eight at the time and I don't really remember. Aiden finds me in my small library reading a romance book of course. Things that are more embarrassing than having a crush find me sitting in my grandpa's large chair reading a romance novel. He looks at the cover and sees a chiseled bare chest of some man whose name I don't know. Probably a model for some sports magazine. On the cover, he's caressing a lady whose back is turned towards him and her chest is bare and open and exposed. Everything about it is graphic, the way all romance novels are these days. The title is something awful as well something like My Brother's Sexy Best Friend by Jane Doe. I'm not sure who Jane Doe is but s

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

Efe asked and both Oyin and Jomi sighed. “You should stop reading all those novels on w*****d, your IQ is getting affected seriously” Jomi said as she rose to her feet. “Please, have you ever actually sat down to read a novel before? When you start reading all these w*****d novels, you’ll know how addictive and how interesting they are. Don’t you dare underestimate them” Efe said and Jomi nodded. “Of course” Jomi replied with a yawn as Oyin burst into laughter.

He said and I opened my bag and found my Romeo and Juliet novel. I had the weird urge to glance back over my shoulder at him again, but I didn't. Mr Finn searched the room for a reader before his eyes landed on someone behind me “Mr Delance, please start off,” Every head in the class, including mine, turned towards him. We wondered if he was going to read or snub Mr Finn. I mean it is the Iconic Damian Delance. Slowly, he stood up from his chair and cleared his throat: “O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

Waves of intense pleasure crashed over me, one after another, stealing my breath and my sanity. "Mmm," he hummed against me, the vibrations sending me even higher. "Tastes even better than I imagined." He looked up, his chin glistening with my arousal, his eyes dark with lust. "You still want that fantasy, don't you? You still want your college crush to wreck you?" "Yes," I panted, my hands tightening in his hair, holding him to me. "God, yes. I've wanted this for so long. Like forever."