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He chuckled. “There are many ins and outs of gay sex, doctor, but they aren’t very different from straight sex. I just want to clarify beforehand that we gay guys get a lot of press about being sex mongers ready to drop our trousers at the first opportunity to hit it with a ready and willing hottie.

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“Okay, fine. He had me bent over the couch in the open area for half the night. Fucked me so deep and slow at first, then got rough when I told him to, he pulled my hair, choked me just enough, made me squirt all over the floor while people watched. Then he flipped me and made me ride him until my legs gave out. I think I left claw marks on his back. Worth it.” I laughed, the sound bubbling up light and free. “Look at us…three walking disasters who finally got properly dicked down. My ex could barely last thirty seconds and here we are, limping like we ran a marathon on dick. I’m never going back to quick, boring sex again. From now on, it’s rough, tied-up, make-me-scream-or-don’t-bother sex

CONTENT: Cheating, sexual desires, missionary, cumming deep, cum. CHAPTER 1 My husband Graham was the first and only guy I ever slept with. When I was younger I had the notion pounded into my head that sex before marriage made me a terrible person. The idea definitely works for some people and in a way it can be kind of sweet to have your first time be with the love of your life. I found out too late that it wasn’t right for me though. To put it nicely, Graham and I are...incompatible in bed.

He’s probably half a head taller than me, and his gaze is downright wolfish as he catches my eye in the glass. He reaches a hand between my legs and feels. “So wet,” he murmurs. “When was the last time you were fucked by someone in their twenties?” I exhale, my breath fogging the glass. “It’s been a minute.” He grins wickedly as he positions himself. “Good.” Then he thrusts. “Oh my god,” I moan. I’m so full as his cock pulses inside of me, filling every bit of me and then some. “There’s more, Kayla,” he says, pulling out and thrusting in again, going deeper this time.

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I had anticipated this since yesterday and right now I just needed to blow a load and get home. I surfed the net looking for my favorite object insertion p**n to beat my meat off to, I mean, what better way to get a load ready? Lubing my cock with my saliva, my palm rubbed off on my cap first before moving downwards and upwards. The screen showed a group of men holding down a gay teenager and impaling him with a ball. My mouth watered as my hand moved faster on my rock hard penis. “Shit” I gasped low and breathy as the men treated him as an object for their pleasure and not a love making session.

Raymond hissed, his hands fisting in my hair to steady my head while he positioned himself. He drove in with a single, powerful lunge. I let out a muffled scream against Richard’s cock, my body jerking forward from the force of the impact. Raymond filled me completely, his massive size stretching my pussy to the absolute limit. It was a sensory overload—Richard’s thickness filling my mouth and throat, while Raymond’s aggressive weight hammered into me from behind, his hips meeting mine with a jarring, rhythmic force.

“Look at you moaning like a whore. Bet you touch yourself thinking about guys like me, don’t you? Late at night in your dorm, fingering your own ass while pretending you’re straight.” Alex shook his head weakly, but the denial died in his throat as Jax plunged three fingers deep, pumping them hard while sucking him again. The freshman’s back arched off the bench, a broken sob escaping him as orgasm crashed over him without warning. He came hard down Jax’s throat, hips jerking erratically. Jax swallowed every drop, milking him dry before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”