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Sre felt like a volcano fucking erupted on her. His second and third finger joined the first without hesitation and curled forward, stroking her walls with expertise. Sre's hip bucked once, crashing into Xaver's and he tried not to curse. His cock was throbbing so hard and the brush of her waist on his was making it harder to ignore the rigid flesh in his pants. But he wanted to see Sreya come. Her coconut scented skin, soft supple flesh, hungry brown eyes and sexy ass groans were clouding his senses and all he wanted to do was see her come. Hell, he needed her to come for them both. It'd get him off in the safety of his million dollar tiled bathroom.

I saw the tips trickle in, I told myself it was just for money but when the first tip hit—it was fifty dollars from someone named Regular47. Then he typed—“show us how wet you’re getting, beautiful.” My breath hitched. I slipped the strap down my shoulders, then the other, letting the lace slip away until my breasts spilled free. I rolled my nipples between my fingers until they ached. The first night I came quietly with two fingers buried deep inside me while the camera caught only my mouth parted and my thighs trembling. I whispered things I’d never said out loud to Mark. “I need to be filled… I need my pussy to be stretched until I couldn't think.” The shame hit right after orgasm but the

She was just trying to calm herself as she did not want to waste her time fighting with them. She elected she would just leave but then one of them affirmed, "Who knows maybe she will soon understand that our boss can't help her. When our boss will not be enough she might climb onto another man's bed who can help her. You know these types of girls, right?" "Yeah. But I heard she is from India and she is a married woman. Shame on her, she is even cheating on her husband." "I feel bad for him. Poor h... Hi... M...." Sanaya was being susceptible until now but no more. She came out and strutted in front of them.

I had to be reasonable. “Burbok! You don’t understand anything. When I say I want to give her, all I mean is that I want to give nobody else but only her! All my life! No other girl!” he jumped up, and in a jiffy, took out another cigarette. “Even before marriage?” I asked him. It was so villainous of him to have pre-marital sex with a girl he loved! It was like cheating that girl. None of our heroes had done this so far. They just hugged and on rare occasions kissed on ruined fortresses. And Biswa’s favourite, Raj, in the film Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge, didn’t do anything to the drunken Simran, even though he had all the opportunity to do everything while changing her dress during their t

Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their sexual desires. Women on the show can be taken home for a special price and there were VIP rooms underground where patrons can take their women and fuck them. “C’mon, she might hear you. I don't want to get on her bad side, she can be a real bitch if she wants to.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Margaux continued to giggle. “Let me get that robe, darling. Good luck!” Brianna let out a shaky sigh. She tried her best not to feel nervous. She’s been doing this for almost two years now, but every show never fails to make h

“Eat me. God, your husband has no idea what a filthy slut his wife really is.” Norma moaned into her cunt, the shame only making her wetter. They fucked like that for hours, trying every position, using every toy Norma had brought — the wand buzzing against swollen clits, the strap-on filling them both, scissoring until their thighs were drenched and their voices hoarse. Every orgasm left them needing more, greedy for another, like the sex itself was a secret drug. When morning came, Norma’s phone buzzed with a text from her husband: Hope work isn’t too crazy. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

“Swear it all you want, Julian. We both know what happens when lust and lies collide.” The corridor seemed to shrink, stone pressing in on all sides. I was trapped between two truths I couldn’t decipher: the man whose arms felt like salvation, and the woman whose words might very well be poison or worse, the truth. And before I could choose, before I could even breathe, Celeste’s voice slid around us like a silk noose: “Do you want to know how I can prove it?”

The sex club smelled like sweat, cum, and leather. Sariah stood beside her husband, tight dress clinging to her thighs, panties already damp just from the moans echoing through the dim room. She wanted to feel something. Anything. Keon hadn’t touched her right in months. Their fucking had turned soft, forgettable—quick strokes, no filth, no hunger. She missed being wrecked. Screamed for. Fucked until her pussy gushed. A couple moaned near the back room, the woman tied to a beam, her tits bouncing while some stranger slammed into her soaked cunt from behind.

I know this will stir up some controversies and doubts so remember this is a work of fiction. On a more serious note, impotency is a growing issue. High court in India recently gave a ruling that all men should be tested for potency before marriage as more divorces are filed up everyday because of this issue. But this ruling was denied by the supreme court and many other doctors as well. But what I wanted to imply here is this is all really happening especially in a country like India where marriages are predominantly arranged. I'm sure you won't find this much in western countries because they've something called premarital sex. Now here again, I'm not saying that I encourage it, I'm simply