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He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in one hard thrust. Sara cried out. He filled her completely, his cock stretching her walls. The sensation was intense after being so worked up. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her roughly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The desk creaked under her with every thrust. Skin slapped against skin loudly in the empty lecture hall. “Take it,” he growled. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.”

On a side table, rows of red candles sat beside bottles of oil and lube. "What the hell?" Emma gasped. She never imagined Romero would be such a freak. She imagined him bringing sexy girls into this secret playground. Yes, he was rich enough to get girls who shared similar sexual kinks. She thought about how he would make their bodies coil with a mix of pleasure and pain... Images of Romero doing freaky things with baddies filled Emma's mind. A rush of heat flooded her body. Her nipples stiffened against her lace bra. It rubbed against the fabric. A warm, throbbing sensation bloomed between her thighs. Her pussy grew slick. The sudden wetness made her press her legs together.

“Look at this greedy little hole twitching for demon cock. You’ve been starving it, haven’t you?” Ren gasped as one slick finger — magically lubed with something burning and perfect — pushed inside him without mercy. The stretch was immediate, filthy. Seong added a second finger fast, scissoring brutally while his other hand wrapped around Ren’s cock and stroked with lazy, torturous pulls. “Confess,” Seong ordered, biting down on Ren’s neck. “Tell me how many times you jerked off in the confessional thinking about men on their knees.” “I—fuck—I never—”

I wanted to push this man away from me, but I couldn’t do it because my hands would shake if I touched him. Damn it. I don’t want to touch anything! I don’t want to touch his chest and let my hands feel his hard body. I saw everything last night and I can confirm that this man does have a hard and… hot body. “Oh yeah?” Max stared at me with his sharp eyes. From the way he looked at me, everyone would immediately realize that this man was a womanizer. He was a playboy who could get any woman with his gaze and words. Unfortunately, I was just a teenage girl who didn’t understand adult life very well. I felt… crazy just from his gaze!

“What kind of sex? How many kinds of sex do you think there are?” She looked at the ground and mumbled. “I don’t know.” “Guys like to kiss and feel your boobs. And touch your kitty. A lot. And sex, I guess there is missionary and doggy-style.” “What?” “Missionary, where a man lies on top of you, and doggy-style, where the woman gets on all fours, and the man gets behind her.” “Oh!” “A girl can sit on a guy and bounce up and down. Or whatever weird position you can contort your bodies into.”

The older woman continued, “Twenty four years I spent with him, and the only time he ever touched my pussy was when he was trying to fuck me. I always knew when he wanted sex because he would climb under the covers, then pull his pajama bottoms off. Then he would climb over me and start humping away like a dog. I was just glad that his cock was so small because I was almost never wet when he started, and he always finished so quickly that I never got any satisfaction. He would tell me that sex was for procreation only, but the limp prick never did get me pregnant.” She laughed as her hands slowly stroked. She had both hands wrapped around it and the head was still sticking out. Struggling to

Hard and fast and relentless until I'm coming over and over and can't remember my own name. I've been rotating them for a while now. The mechanic when I need to be split open and filled completely. The neighbor's brother when I need to be fucked into oblivion with speed and stamina. Between the two of them I'm finally getting what I need. What my body has been screaming for since before my first daughter was born. My husband has no idea. He thinks I'm just taking care of the cars. Being friendly with the neighbors. He has no clue that I'm getting the best sex of my life from two men who know exactly how to use their bodies.

This story is intended for adults aged 18 and older and contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. Readers should be aware that it includes depictions of gay sexual activity, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, cruising, public sexual encounters, power-exchange and submissive/dominant dynamics, explicit sexual language, and descriptions of consensual sexual acts between adults. All characters depicted in sexual situations are adults. This work is presented as fiction and is intended solely for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

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