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He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

Sean. I've encountered many women throughout my years as an adult. Some of them were more attractive than the woman I recently met. They had bigger asses, slimmer waist and bigger breasts. But somehow, someway, they don't stand out to me as much as she has. The woman whose name I didn't know, but I wish I did. Just so I could find her and fuck her. She was beautiful with skin just as mine but more smooth. Compared to my rugged self. Her long legs shone as she danced in the tight-ass dress that hugged her body. Sticking to her like a second skin, her breasts heaving with every exhaled. She was fucking sexy.

Every inch of her felt alive, the heat radiating off her skin in the cool air of the room. Her legs were still trembling from the force of it, but she didn't want to stop. She leaned back against Jax's sweaty chest, feeling his heart thumping against her spine. Marcus wiped his mouth and looked at her with pure hunger, while Leo, who was still waiting for his full turn, moved between her legs. The pussy was still throbbing, open and wet, begging for more. Leo didn't hesitate. He guided his own hard length into her, stretching her all over again. Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire.

she cried out, lost in pleasure. He carried her to the bed, threw her onto her back, and folded her in half in a deep mating press. His cock drove even deeper, destroying her in the best possible way. Isabella came again and again, squirting around his thick shaft, screaming his name until her voice grew hoarse. Seb finally roared, burying himself deep as he flooded her with thick, hot ropes of cum, filling her womb while kissing her possessively, desperately. They didn’t stop. Not for hours. Alex wouldn’t be back for two full days. And they had every intention of making the most of every single second.

as he stared at me with lust. “I want your cock daddy, I want that big fat cock to ruin me” I said shamelessly And that was all the answer Sebastian needed. He thrust his cock into me hard and fast, relentlessly, as I continued to moan his name in pleasure till we both cum together. The room filled with soft breaths, whispered names, trembling touches, and endless kisses while the storm raged violently outside. Time blurred completely. At some point, laughter mixed with the tension between us. At another point, Sebastian held me against his chest so tightly it almost felt protective.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.

He moved close to me and lifted my hand gently, brushing his thumb over the empty skin. I felt like I could freeze up! Grant does more with that single touch than my cheating husband ever did with his whole damn body. And God, that says everything. Everything I never wanted to mention before now, something I didn't want to acknowledge. Liam and I were… fine. Safe. But our sex life? Vanilla, too polite, and too boring. Which is probably why I found him with some one twenty-two-year-old intern bent over his office desk, fucking like his life depended on it! He was fucking her like he never fucked me.

“His own robe was already gone, discarded before he had climbed onto the bed, and she could feel the hard planes of his chest against her, the rough texture of the hair there a delicious friction against her skin.” As his bare skin met hers, a new sexual sensation sparked inside her, a current of pure, unadulterated desire that demanded to be released. His cock was already hard enough again, demanding pressure against her thigh. As he leaned in, he grabbed one of her standing nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently while his other hand cupped her other breast. “A soft moan escaped her lips, the sound she had been holding back since they left the shower.” Corvina held his

"Necessary. Not romantic. Not..." "Romance is for people who aren't being hunted by a psychopath." I traced patterns on his skin. "We get...survival sex. War sex. The 'we might die tomorrow so let's feel alive today' sex." "I can live with that." He kissed my temple. "As long as I get to keep having it." "Keep me alive and you will." "Deal." We showered together. Another round against the tile wall. Quieter this time. More....tender.