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“To be fair, we might have conceived during that battle.” I groaned as I held up my hand to stop him. “Sex should not be a battle! It should be a physical expression of your love for each other.” “Maybe for you and Alek, but not for Storm and me. The more violent we are, the more exciting it is. The harder our orgasms and–” “FUCK’S SAKE, GALEN!” I yelled. “GODDESS! IT’S BAD ENOUGH THAT I HAVE TO HEAR THE TWO OF Y’ALL WHEN Y’ALL ARE HERE! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT, TOO!”

And now that Saint has sparked that bisexual curiosity again, I need sex with a man. Do I know anything about having sex with a man? No. Nothing more than what p**n shows me, which is just a dick inside a hole. Other than that, I don't know. I have no idea how the dynamics are, if one of them has to take the female role or if that just defeats the whole purpose of gayhood. There's a lot to learn and a lot to experience and I want it. Now. With him. "I have an idea," I whisper on Sammy's ear a while later, when she's fully calmed down, "Let's pretend we're super scared."

I hope she has noticed how I gape like a fish when she talks to me or the stars in my eyes when I look at her. You see, I'm worried because despite how stalker-ish I've been, I can't quite establish whether she's gay or not. People here are not too keen on sexuality and seem to skirt around the topic and talk about anything but that. In our traditions, sex is a topic that is something of an abomination especially at our age. But no, today's entry was supposed to be really happy so I won't bore you with our traditions and what not.

Raphael growled and pounced on Claudius, increasing the intensity of his thrust. His brain became clouded as pleasure upon pleasure rushed through his body. His ball sacs became full right under Raphael’s penetrative gaze. They both knew what was going to happen. In fact, Raphael could barely wait. He reached down, grabbed Claudius’ manhood and began to stroke and press at the tip of his dick. "Gosshhh!! Arrhh… Ra... Raphael...!" Claudius called just as he was splashing his hot honey on his stomach. A knock came on the door and it was opened without wasting another second at the precise moment when Claudius began spilling his seed all over himself in a shameless manner and two powerful men e

Sex with my wife was still great but I couldn't get the scenes out of my mind which played over and over. On the occasions, Wendy was out of the house traveling or shopping, I would jump on our computer and surf the Internet for gay sites. The more video I watched, the more my desire for gay sex continued to build. I was always careful to erase the history on our browser so Wendy did not see what her husband was viewing. On a couple of occasions we had watched p**n movies together in the past, she had always cited her dislike for girl-on-girl scenes. If she thought my watching lesbian videos were disgusting, I could not fathom what she would think of her husband's newfound desire for gay sex

Gatlin asked. “Gatlin, I remembered very well Alex used to like girls I mean Ella is also one of his targets but now Justin or that waiter” Adair said in confusion when he was Alex’s sister’s boyfriend then he saw many people willing to gift beautiful girls just to take his favors. “There are some people who called homosexual, they can make relation with both males and females” Gatlin paused for a minute before confessing “before Keller, I did make some girlfriend from rich families just to get profit and I do feel excited for them sometimes”. “So, you had sex with them” Adair asked Gatlin was guilty then said, “I did have last time when I told you that I didn’t cross the last line was a lie

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

The locker room had become a prison of steam, sweat, and unrelenting lust. Alex could barely stand after the shower marathon, his legs shaking violently as residual cum continued to trickle down his inner thighs despite the water. His hole felt ruined—puffy, sore, and strangely empty now that Jax had finally pulled out. Every breath sent a throb through his overstimulated body, his prostate hypersensitive from the repeated poundings. The hot water had long since washed away most of the visible evidence, but the deep ache inside him remained, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he had been claimed.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

Raymond hissed, his hands fisting in my hair to steady my head while he positioned himself. He drove in with a single, powerful lunge. I let out a muffled scream against Richard’s cock, my body jerking forward from the force of the impact. Raymond filled me completely, his massive size stretching my pussy to the absolute limit. It was a sensory overload—Richard’s thickness filling my mouth and throat, while Raymond’s aggressive weight hammered into me from behind, his hips meeting mine with a jarring, rhythmic force.