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Caleb Angeles, 37 year old man, has a huge cock, married as well, and he was so fucking good. I loved his cock. He loved my cunt. We had five to seven videos together and the viewers loved it, so Jayson paid me for another bonus. I actually love this job. I am being satisfied on sex and they are paying me well as well. It was better than to stay at home and wait for my husband’s little cock. “Are you free tonight? I want another round.” Caleb whispered to me after cumming in my pussy. I wrapped his cock around my fingers, he moaned. The director already said cut but we still want more.

I can hear some more shuffling and then he was telling me, "Yes, mistress, I'm naked." Mistress? I sighed internally. You seriously wouldn't believe how many men were into the whole dominatrix kink. In the beginning, it was kind of fun but by now it was getting pretty old. Mentally awakening my inner dom, I relaxed further into the sofa and flipped through the magazine."Good boy," I cooed, finding a 20 sex tips for women article. Huh, how fitting. "Now, here's what I want you to do, and you better listen closely, pet."

How could you let me bleed? I arched into him, my hips lifted to welcome the deep, stretching fullness of him, my legs wrapping tight around his waist, locking him to me. “Fuck, Bela…” he groaned, his hand digging onto my skin. Seb’s breathing was a ragged, broken sound in my ear, his possessive grip on my hips bruising the flesh as he anchored me to the bed, driving himself deeper and deeper until I begged him to stop. The climax didn't bring peace, it broke over us like a violent storm.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

“Eat me. God, your husband has no idea what a filthy slut his wife really is.” Norma moaned into her cunt, the shame only making her wetter. They fucked like that for hours, trying every position, using every toy Norma had brought — the wand buzzing against swollen clits, the strap-on filling them both, scissoring until their thighs were drenched and their voices hoarse. Every orgasm left them needing more, greedy for another, like the sex itself was a secret drug. When morning came, Norma’s phone buzzed with a text from her husband: Hope work isn’t too crazy. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

“That’s not a lot, Luke. Do you want to know their names? Gabby, Rowan, Dashiell and two sexy hulks at the gym. We fucked right there in the gym at the closet.” “I don’t want to hear your sexual escapades, Sis. Disgusting!” “Oh well. Too bad – you could have gained a tip or two. Do you know the A****n position? You should try that on Pam when you are together. She’ll love it.” “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “What do those books written by sex experts teach you then?” “I haven’t gotten to that part.” Sasha chuckled. “So what part have you gotten to? Gist me. I want to learn too.”

Carefully, I scrolled down, and there I saw more indecency than I had ever encountered in my entire life. They seemed to be videos available on the main page, and the preview images told me everything I needed to know. From a group of men with just one woman, to massive cocks, to anal play, a lot of it was stuff I couldn’t even find the words to describe. Okay, so I’ve touched myself plenty of times. Being thirty-seven, it's obvious I had a vibrator to play with whenever I needed a quick release.

I flipped our positions and made Jack lie beneath me. The 69 position is my favorite—it makes me feel like we’re really making love because we can touch each other at the same time. The moans Jack was making made me even more eager to take his dick into my mouth, giving him the same sensation and pleasure he gave me. When I felt his penis growing larger inside my mouth, Jack pulled away and flipped us over. “Give it to me, please,” he said, spreading my legs wide, and I knew exactly what he wanted.

But then again, I am in a damn sex club. I ignore the moans and screams of pleasure from both women as they are getting railed. Even if they sound fake as fuck. One woman has Roman thrusting in her mouth and Tyler and Karl fucking her in her pussy. The other woman is leaning on all fours as she sucks the other woman’s nipples as Elliott and Scott fuck her in the ass and pussy. Bravo to both of them. Sara is watching Alexei with lust in her eyes, and Colt is watching me. Sara pats the seat next to her. Her long tanned legs crossed. I smirk at her as Alexei and I both walked toward them.

A new message from the Super Tipper appeared, cold and clear: “Tomorrow we do a six-hour marathon. Strangers will rotate in. No breaks. Get her body ready. She belongs to the stream now.” Chrissy saw the message too. Her nipples stayed hard. Fresh wetness mixed with my cum between her legs. She didn’t say no. She whispered, “Six hours…? With other men?” Her voice sounded scared. But her eyes looked excited. This was getting out of my hands fast. And the Super Tipper was paying enough to own every second.