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While we kissed, I got a condom on and used the lube on Sage. Our kiss muffled Sage’s moan as I entered them. I went slowly, it was their first time, after all, but damn, it felt good even with the condom. I wanted to go faster and harder, but I wanted this to be a good experience for Sage, not just me. Occasionally I’ll admit I’m a selfish fuck. Those were groupies, and I’d never seen them again. They were there to check ‘fucked a celebrity/musician’ off a list. I was there to get off. Sage is forever. I took my time. I kept a rhythm that Sage could match, changing it when Sage gave cues they wanted more—nonverbal cues like digging their claws into my shoulders and verbal cues like right no

I have sex with other girls, I may soon forget her and I will not be controlled by a pathetic human. I turn back and try to smile gently. Gina notices that I am not that frightening, so if she approaches me and stands by my side. She examines my body with her eyes and suddenly leans over me to grab the blood pressure thing. She make sure to press her breast to my face. Her breasts are soft and big. They are half revealed under the nurse outfit. She is indeed sexy, I must admit it. I place a kiss on her breasts with a loud sound. Gina did not expect that I would be so active. She moans in surprise and trembles visibly when I kiss her. She quickly pulls away and her face flushes red.

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

Adam gasped, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and urgency. Giovanni, undeterred by Adam's words, pressed forward, adjusting her knees to grant him better access. Leaning over her, Isabella licked her lips in anticipation, her senses heightened by the electrifying connection they shared. A sharp cry of delight escaped her lips as Giovanni's youthful, rigid shaft grazed along her sensitive clit. The angle of his penetration was perfect, allowing the firmness of his member to tease and tantalize her swollen bud with each forceful, rapid stroke.

"I meant your chest. You idiot. I am out of here. I can't believe you actually did that." Giselle was fuming with anger while the wolf spirit stood in front of her. "It was not a big deal. You can touch me too." He invited her who scoffed and wrapped her Ames over her chest. "I d i o t." .She cursed him who scratched his head rather confused. "Than don't you want to know about your past." "No." "You are Sia." Hyun told her who blinked in astonishment. She was Sia. That Sia. The Sia that she was pretty sure Hyun liked her but was not aware.

That made me swallow hard. And then, before I could stop myself, I blurted it out. “Sometimes… during sex, I don't feel like myself.” His expression didn’t change at all. No surprise, no judgment. I continued, my voice trembling. “It’s like… I’m still there, but not really. I’m staring at the ceiling, feeling numb, just waiting for it to be over. It’s like I hit pause on myself, and my body just... goes through the motions. And afterward, I don’t feel real. I feel used, even if they were gentle.”

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Anything to shut her up. Bam! And then it occurred to Sienna. A method to remedy this problem and in a hurry! There was perhaps thirty seconds left to the shadow now. She peered around the deck, spotting a few others having difficult. The women desperately sucking or rubbing the penis with hopes of sparking it to life. Paige on the other hand... was being drilled by her powerhouse pole from earlier. She gripped her own ankles, doubled over, taking the humongous meatstick again and again. Shrieks and screams of pleasure. If anything, her sexual sound box would help stimulate the other men.

Jenna's hands slid down Sadile's body, her fingers teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs. "You're so wet," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "So ready for us." Sadile moaned, her head falling back as Jenna's fingers slipped inside her, her touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was dimly aware of Travis moving behind her, his hands grasping her hips, his breath hot against her ear. "Relax, Sadile," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Let us take care of you."

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."