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“This is still hate sex, Marcus. Don’t get any ideas. I still can’t stand your arrogant ass.” He stripped fast, cock rock hard and curving up. “Keep telling yourself that, pretty boy.” He crawled over me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while the other spread my legs. “But this hole doesn’t lie. It’s been clenching for me since the locker room.” He pushed back inside me raw, slow this time, inch by thick inch until he bottomed out. I moaned loud, back arching off the bed. “Fuck… you’re still so deep.”

He stroked me slowly over the fabric pressing the damp cloth against my swollen clit, I bit my lip to hold back my moan as pleasure cooked tightly in my belly. Across the room Lena straddled Jordan. They kissed deep and hungry, her hips grinding against the bulge in his boxers. Ryan watched them openly, his hand rubbing the front of his own underwear while Sophia turned to me, her green eyes dark with want. The final round hit. “Never have I ever wanted to fuck someone in this room right now,” Sophia whispered. Every single glass was now empty and the room fell quiet except for the crackle of fire. Sophia set her glass down and crawled closer, her breasts brushing my arm. “Then let’s change

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Private practice can be murder on a married couple’s bank account— because of all the ripped-off clothes. I lowered and raised my hips till I found just the right angle—then grabbed her hair and held it tight. I looked in her eyes while I worked my cock precisely up and down, reaching between us to thumb her clit as I thrust shallowly at just the right angle—I knew it so well. Her mouth dropped open. She moaned. I gave my secretary slow, jagged thrusts—just the way she liked it, ma’am, hot and creamy. She came in a minute and a half, maybe longer. She shuddered and howled and melted into my arms while her pussy clenched me rhythmically.

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He clarified. Curiosity piqued me. I wanted to ask if the story his brothers told about him was true but I couldn't bring myself to ask the question. “The safe word for her was Stop.’’ he began, almost as if he read the question in my heart. He grabbed one of my hands from his chest and sucked a finger. “In the middle of sex, she kept chanting that. Each time I stop…” he grabbed the next finger and sucked that as well. “She would drag me back, telling me she wasn’t asking me to stop.”

He was reclaiming his territory, erasing the memory of his wife's voice with the raw, physical reality of his possession. "Did you hear that?" he grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I told her I loved her. But this... this is where I want to be. Buried balls deep in your tight, little cunt." His words were filthy, degrading, and they turned her on more than anything had ever before. She was the other woman. The side chick. The dirty little secret. And she loved it. He reached around and found her clit, his fingers rubbing harsh, punishing circles. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. She could feel her orgasm approaching, a massive, terrifying wave.

Kinks: gloryhole, multiple cocks, rough sex, exhibitionism Sara's heart thumped wildly in her chest as she and Mia entered the dimly lit, pulsing gloryhole bar. The heavy bass reverberated through the walls, vibrating every nerve ending in her body. The humid air hit her skin like a caress, carrying with it the scent of sex and taboo promises. It was their 27th birthday, and this was the ultimate gift they had fantasized about for months - a night of pure, anonymous indulgence.

She screamed when she had the chance to go near me. I acted shocked, then laughed. “Oh yes, I am. If you want to find further details, go ask your boyfriend how his hard cock satisfied this pussy of a whore. That might help you to pleasure him more so he wouldn’t need to look for a new pussy to fill in with his cock.” Then I walked away. Our forbidden sex continued for the rest of the trip. There were times when we’d do it in the bathroom, on the outside, in the darkest area of the island, and more.

Sophie’s nails dug into his shoulders, her body clenching around him as he pounded into her relentlessly. His thrusts become harder, faster. He rambled on and on about how good she felt, how he wanted this so badly. His hands gripped her hips holding her in place. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, the door to his office opened. Alexander’s secretary stepped in, her expression professional until she took in the scene before her. Sophie’s eyes widened in shock, but Alexander didn’t falter. He continued to fuck her, his gaze locking with the secretary’s as he spoke.