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Hot and thick come flooded my pussy marking me from the inside. He kept thrusting through it, slow and deliberate, like he wanted every drop to stay where it belonged. I loved it. The way he fucked me senseless, like he’d been starving for me as long as I’d fantasized about him. We stayed locked together for some moments, breathing ragged with the smell of sex and old books hanging in the air. My body felt deliciously used and sore in the best way. Dr. Marcus finally pulled out, cum leaking from my inner thighs.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

He tossed the book onto the bed beside her, its pages splayed open to an illustration of a woman arched beneath a man, his cock buried deep inside her. Ánh Nguyệt's breath hitched. Her fingers twitched against the sheets. "Look at it," Duy Nam commanded, voice low. She did. The arousal was instant—her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. The detailed sketches left nothing to imagination: limbs tangled, mouths open in pleasure, the slick slide of bodies. Duy Nam didn't wait. He pushed her back, his palm rough against the delicate fabric of her robe. "Tell me you don't want this." She couldn't.

My husband was starting to get suspicious about my relationship with them, and I couldn’t risk him finding out. I certainly couldn’t let him know that I was still fucking my childhood friends. It all began eight years ago on a drunken night at a bonfire party, when I first had sex with Thomas, Charles, and Alex. Ever since then, I hadn’t been able to get enough of their thick, black cocks. I reached out with both hands, taking Thomas’s thick, heavy cock in one and Alex’s in the other. I stroked Thomas with my right hand, Alex with my left, while I leaned forward and took the head of Charles’s cock into my mouth.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

The Midnight Contract 2 The hidden door opened into a softly lit corridor that felt like stepping into another world. Rich crimson walls, heavy velvet drapes, and the faint scent of incense and sex in the air. My bare pussy throbbed with every step I took behind Damien, the cool air teasing my slick folds and making me painfully aware of how empty I felt. My fingers still tingled from where he’d sucked them clean. I couldn’t stop replaying the way his tongue had swirled around them—like he was savoring the taste of my desperation.

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

WARNING: ⚠️⚠️⚠️🔞 This chapter contains sexual content which might be offensive to some readers. Only for 18+ readers. Cassandra never thought she would enjoy this kind of sex whatsoever. The women were literally in pain and were crying and she wondered how anyone could consent to be punished in the name of sex.

“I’d lock myself in my room… three fingers, pretending it was a man from the congregation. I’d come whispering ‘forgive me’ while I spilled all over my bible.” Seong laughed darkly and folded Ren in half, knees to his shoulders, pounding even deeper. The new angle let him grind directly into Ren’s prostate with every stroke. Wet, filthy sounds filled the basement—skin slapping skin, the squelch of leftover cum from last night mixing with fresh slick. “You’re clenching so greedily around me,” Seong taunted, sweat glistening on his perfect chest. “Your hole is sucking me in like it knows it belongs to a demon now. Say it. Say ‘My cunt belongs to the devil.’”