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He jerked himself faster now, eyes darting between Luke's intense gaze and the women pleasuring each other nearby. The air filled with the symphony of their ecstasy: the wet slap of Luke's hips against Joe's ass, the squelch of fingers in pussies, mingled grunts and moans, the distant ocean roar. Sweat poured off them all, bodies glistening like they were forged from the sea itself. Rhea broke the kiss with Camille to cry out, her fingers working Camille's g-spot relentlessly, while Camille's hand twisted inside Rhea, pushing her toward release.

“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.”

Every time my balls started to draw up he stopped stroking completely, leaving me whimpering and desperate, ass pushing back for more. Sweat poured off us both. It dripped from his forehead onto my neck, ran down between our bodies, made his cock slide even easier in my sloppy hole. The room smelled like pure sex — hot metal, sweat, and the sharp musk of two men fucking raw. Ryan pulled out suddenly, leaving my hole gaping and twitching. He spun me around fast, cables still binding my wrists behind me, and shoved me back against the server rack. The metal was warm against my bare back, fans blasting hot air over my skin. He lifted one of my legs high, hooking it over his hip, and slammed bac

"Please fuck me." He slammed into her. The force of it pushed her forward. His cock was huge, stretching her, filling her completely. He didn't start slow. He set a hard, fast rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass with every thrust. The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of sex. "Look at your husband," Leo grunted, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head up. Anna looked. Mark was right beside the bed now, his cock still in his hand. He was so close she could see the pre-come leaking from the tip.

I was being an asshole and an idiot. Everything is fine between as when we are having sex. We click sexually unbeliavalbe well, almsot sacarily well. We click so well sexually that it almost doesn’t feel real. I’ve wanted someone for so long who enjoyed what I enjoyed in the bedroom. My kink is rough and you woudl think most she wolves were into rough sex, but most of them are basic as fuck. At least that’s what I've experienced. Amara is the perfect secret dirty girl. I mean it that she wolf gives meaning to the phrase it’s the quiet ones you have to look out for.

he said, his mouth crashing back into mine to choke the rest of the words out. The sex was a brutal, breathless collision that didn't have anything to do with the silk cords of the capital or the secret rooms of the consort's gallery. It was raw, serious, entirely stripped of the lies we’d used to buy our freedom from the council. He drove into me with a heavy, rhythmic force that made the solid oak table groan against the stone floor, his bare chest slick with a sudden surge of sweat that smelled of the old silver madness, sweet and dark, mixing with the thick honey scent of the boy in the corner.

The newly exposed skin of my chest is instantly covered as Rhode dots kisses and soft bites across the skin, his hips continuously rocking into me. The bookshelf behind me digs into the skin of my bag but I don't even care, in fact I think I rather like it. A lot of the time when Rhode and I have sex it's very slow and smooth and romantic, but other times it's hard and fast and rough. Comparing the two is really like comparing apples and oranges, I like both ways a lot, it truly just depends on the mood we're in. And right now this is what we both want and need, to just bury ourselves in one another. I'm completely consumed by him; in the way he smells, his lips on my chest, his hands on m

Ethan tried, but his body betrayed him, arching, trembling. Their lips crashed again, tongues fighting, breath ragged. Damian bit Ethan’s bottom lip hard enough to sting, then licked the mark possessively. Ethan grabbed his ass, pulling him tighter, forcing the strokes harder. It was obscene—two men grinding, stroking, rutting against each other on the couch, nothing soft, just a frenzy of need that had nowhere else to go. The room smelled of weed, sweat, and raw sex. Ethan’s thighs shook first, his body tightening under Damian’s grip. “I’m—fuck, I’m gonna—”

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.

The new angle hit deeper, making her cry out with every thrust. The sex turned rougher, more passionate. He spanked her ass, leaving red handprints. He pulled her up so her back was against his chest, one arm across her throat in a light choke while he fucked up into her. Vivienne came again, squirting around his cock, soaking the sheets. Sebastian didn’t stop. He laid her on her back once more, hooking her legs over his shoulders and driving into her with everything he had. Sweat slicked their bodies. The bed creaked dangerously.