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I knew I'd just satisfied a deep, pent-up fantasy of hers. Watching her climax one more time left me mesmerized. I mindlessly began pounding her in anticipation of my own climax. It was almost effortless to reach that splendid finale within her incredibly slick, heavenly, tight walls. As I groaned louder and louder in ecstasy, my senses quickly snapped back to reality just in time to pull myself from her. My groans hit a sharp crescendo and I immediately began to ejaculate on her without even touching my organ. I quickly took hold of it, my body jerking with each heavenly spurt. Sofia watched in awe as my semen shot all the way up to her collarbone, down the cleft of her sweaty breasts and c

I remember that even during sex, the girl, with all her shame, started crying and then asking me not to say anything to her father and mother, to anyone. - I will never tell you that I fucked someone like you. - He said. – A thief, a whore, it's better that no one knows, nor would a man want something like that with you. – He said, fucking her hard, thrusting into her tight pussy, with quick strokes, hitting her G-spot.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

He shoved his huge width into her, stretching her pussy until she thought she would break. "AAHHH! Zane! It's so thick!" "Hold on to me, Lily!" Zane shouted. The Masterpiece of Flesh Zane began to pound into her. This was the steamiest, messiest sex Lily had ever had. Every time he pushed, the paint on their bodies mixed together. Red and gold smeared across his chest and her stomach. The sound of their bodies hitting was wet and loud. Slap. Squelch. Slap. The erotica of the studio was raw. Zane was biting her shoulders, leaving marks that mixed with the red paint. He was pulling her hair, moving her head so he could look into her eyes. He wanted to see her pleasure.

My family would have been humiliated. So I married him knowing he would never really want me. Never really satisfy me. Never give me what I needed in bed. And I decided right then that I wouldn't settle for a sexless marriage just because my husband preferred dick. The mechanic doesn't know about the neighbor's brother. The neighbor's brother doesn't know about the mechanic. My husband doesn't know about either of them. And I'm keeping it that way. Because this arrangement works. I get the hard rough sex I crave. I get variety. I get to explore every kink and desire my body has without judgment or hesitation.

He takes aim, the meaty head of his dick all set to plough me, and I ready myself, shuffling as I hold in a breath. “Keep your cheeks spread,” he says, and then he pushes slowly into me. I grit my teeth against the burn of the stretch and he doesn’t stop pushing. Keeps on easing his cock into me. “Good girl,” he says. “Nearly there.” His big hands take hold of my hips and with one final push we’re skin against skin and it feels like there’s a fist up there. He holds still, letting his cock pulse inside me, and the feeling is so weird. So weird it makes me moan. “Your ass is beautiful, inside and out,” he says. “Thank you… Sir.” “How does it feel, you fresh little whore?” It feels like I’m br

Hours of torment-domination: face-sat till near-drowned in her squirt, belt-whipped tits bouncing red, forced to piss on command into bowl then lap edges clean (humiliation peak, clit spasming untouched). Final fuck marathon missionary piledrive on stained mattress, legs pretzeled, cock bullying cervix while fingers fisted ass alongside. Cum eruption painted insides white-hot, overflowing every thrust till she blacked mini, milking dry. Released wrecked-dripping, dawn creeping. Cycle eternal: good girl by light, Rico's dominated fucktoy by dark. Bruises faded makeup-veiled, but cravings etched permanent. Warehouse beaconed weekly, escalating gang bangs hinted next, his crew watching her craw

"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.

So he could sneak off and masturbate to a bunch of blonde whores who wouldn’t in a million years do the things they did in those videos to him. It got worse. As I was scrolling through his history, I saw that he’d spent time on Fans Only, where he paid for a premium subscription with a woman calling herself Alexa Villasario. I went into their messages, and saw that he’d also paid for “custom videos”, which were 30 second clips of her masturbating with a dildo and moaning his name. He’d also sent her pictures of his private parts for “dick ratings”. She called him daddy, and they literally had conversations about me, talking about how I drove him to her, and how he loved her with all of his h