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There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

I stepped inside, the soft scent of vanilla and faint rose greeting me, the sound of quiet rnb music filling the air. Yes this was my distraction. I now have a hobby of adding to my lingerie collections. I love playing dress up as I knew he was always watching me. It makes me wet and sometimes I end up touching myself and acting slutty in front of the mirror . The saleswoman approached with a smile. “Looking for something special?” I let my gaze drift to a mannequin dressed in black lace with intricate embroidery design, a set that managed to be both modest and sinful at once. It was calling my body “Something like that,” I murmured.

He flicked his tongue over it rapidly, then sucked it into his mouth. The suction made Sara’s hips buck. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning too loud. The office walls were thin, and anyone walking by in the hallway might hear. He pushed two fingers inside her while he continued sucking her clit. Her pussy was so wet that his fingers slid in easily. He curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot inside her. The combination of his mouth and fingers made wet sounds that filled the small room. Sara could hear how soaked she was every time he pumped his fingers in and out.

Her voice is delicious, and the sound of it slides straight between my legs and it makes my clit throb with need. My body has never reacted to anyone like this before…. Well, except the cute barista. But my pussy…. That has never throbbed before even when I see the barista. But right now? It’s uncontrollable. “I’m Lira, a succubus, as you can see.” She laughs, the sound sultry and seductive. “And I can smell your need from here. That shy little pussy’s been aching for years, hasn’t it?” I try to speak, try to tell her that this is just a mistake, but the words die in my throat like always. My cheeks burn. My soaked panties cling to me.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

Really surprisingly my cock was already twitching under my clothes in anticipation. “You’d look good in it,” Seraphiel murmured, holding up a dress like it was harmless. The deal was to roleplay. Play dress up and seduce them. The dress It was soft. Pale. Almost innocent. But I knew better, the sheer fabric would cling to every curve, outlining my hardening bulge and the swell of my ass. It was a lingerie, looked like a cheongsam lingerie. I looked so fragile in it, I thought catching a sight of myself in the mirror.

“More. Give me another. I need to feel full.” He added a second finger, pumping slowly at first, then faster, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside me. His mouth hovered at my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “You’re dripping down my wrist, Lila. You're such a greedy little cunt. You’ve been teasing me for weeks, parading around in silk and lace, grinding on my cock like a slut who needs to be fucked senseless.”

“Taking cock in your pussy and fingers in your ass. You love being our little breeding whore, don’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned. “I love it.” Dominic pulled my hair hard, making me arch my back. “Tell us what you are.” “I’m your dirty little cumslut,” I gasped. “I planned this so you could use me however you want. Fill me up. Breed me. Please.” Sasha replaced her fingers with the head of a strap-on she must have brought. She pushed it slowly into my ass. The feeling of being completely full — Dominic’s real cock in my pussy and the thick toy in my ass — made me see stars.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

he admitted. He lifted me onto the counter, slid my panties aside, and dropped to his knees. Luca’s tongue was wicked—slow licks, fast flicks, then sucking my clit until my thighs trembled. “Come for me,” he growled, pushing two fingers inside me. I came with a cry, body shaking. Then he stood, pulled his cock out, and slid inside me right there on the counter. It was filthy. Desperate. Perfect. He kissed me hard as he thrust up into me, one hand around my throat, the other gripping my ass.