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She moaned genuinely, and even the men inside the scene hissed for the horniness. I knew that besides the scenes, many reactions in a porn were fake, but, holy shit... The way she was being fucked could drive any woman crazy. It was the same crude and still worried form that Pablo had done to me. Fast, strong, dirty, and full of indecent whispers from men, but still something very satisfying to watch. I let myself be carried away by the sounds the woman made, and began to repeat them as I slid the vibrator through my entrance.

I was almost out of breath when he grope my one boob. “Shit ..! Heather, let me fuck you all night. I want to push my cock in your tight pussy and suck these pink nipples.” "MmmHh .. Oohh !!" He turned my body over and positioned me in doggy style. My face was already pressed against the pillow as he gripped my waist tightly. “Ah! I'm cumming too soon ..! Hey, Heather, I will give you lot of semen, okay? Receive theses babies of yours.”

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content. "Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!" Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable. And he'd never felt more alive. Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight.

“More… please…” “Fuck…” Trevor groaned beside us. His hand flew faster on his own cock, pre-cum dripping steadily onto my thigh in warm drops. “God, you’re so sexy.” “Oh lord…” A loud, shameless moan ripped from my throat when Uncle Kale’s finger finally breached me—thick, slick, pushing in slow and steady. I clenched hard around it on instinct, greedy, desperate. He groaned deep in his chest. “Fuck… such a greedy hole. You’d feel so good on our cocks.”

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

"That was the most incredible feeling in the world." "She's right," Holly agreed. "That was fucking like we've never been fucked in our lives. I don't think we're ever going back to just normal sex." "Oh fuck no," said Sasha with feeling. "Any session with men taking us only in our pussies is going to be, like, so unsatisfying after that."

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

Soon, I was lifted up my bed and fucked in the air from beneath. After hours of massive fucking, Sebastian made me lay on my bed, legs spread, he sucked my pussy while he moaned like a drunk bear. He feasted on my pussy, devouring me from inside out. We both did not want the fucking to end, none of us was tired. We tried all the sex styles in the kamasutra, I cummed multiple times and still craved more. The fucking ended when we both peed inside our privates. Sebastian had me curled inside him as we slept lazy and exhausted.

“Who fucks you so good.” Thump. Thump. For a moment I couldn't open my mouth to respond. Slap. Pleasure ripped through me as I screamed. “It's you, Xavier.” Slap! “Who does this slutty pussy belong to?” His thrusts became more violent. We were both close. I could feel it. “Only you! Ahhh…fuckk…Xavierrr. Keep…ahhh…going….ohh Goddd.” My tits bounced on his face as he kept thrusting upward, the scene, a sight to behold.