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Suddenly the woman leaned forward, pointing the cock upward with her hand, placing it between her boobs. “Ahh...” Sienna smiled. “Tittyfuck!” Indeed it was. The voyeur woman slid those dainty fingers in and out of her runny slit. It was an amazing scene to behold. These random boobs being squeezed and squished around this random cock; the girl lifted and lowered her body, stroking the shaft with her boobs as it were. Sienna loved it! The sight of a lean, sexy body being subjugated by a rigid penis. Down on her eyes, pleasuring the man whether he wanted it or not.

She felt heat rise to her face. “Honey, normal is boring! Intense sex is the good shit. Some guys fumble. Some guys are selfish. Some guys think p**n is a documentary. Dean sounds like he delivered a masterclass. Welcome to the world competent fucking, my darling. It only gets better from here. You learn what you like, what you think drives him wild…" She waggled her eyebrows at her friend. Wren smiled. “Did he…?” Grace made a circling motion with her finger.

Plausible deniability. “I see,” she said. “You said I was sexy. Were you just kidding around?” He smiled at her. “Maybe a little.” “I knew it.” “But you are sexy, Luna. Sexy is very subjective. Fun can be sexy. Cute girls with leaves in their hair can be sexy.” “So, how do I be sexy?” she asked. “Like, when I want to be?”

he asked plainly, like he was asking about the weather. My mouth opened. Closed. Heat crawled up my neck. “Wow. We’re jumping right in today, huh?” “Answer the question.” I swallowed. “Yeah. I did.” He nodded. “Why?” “Because I was thinking about what you said.” “Which part?” “That I use sex to disapear.” He tilted his head. “And did it help?” “No,” I admitted. “It made me feel more alone.” “That’s progress.” I rolled my eyes. “It feels like hell.”

He lifted his camera and said, “Go on, good girl. Show me.” I fluffed my blanket and pillow, placing the phone on it before leaning back and making sure I was in center. Licking my lips, I leaned back on the bed and slowly tugged up my top. Sean took a sharp breath. Blood rushed my cheeks, watching him. He took his fill, dark, glittering eyes staring at my bare chest from the screen. I tucked a hair lock behind my ear and wondered if it was satisfying enough for him. “Fucking perfect, Princess,” he groaned, his hand flexing underneath the screen. “I want your tits in my mouth. Need to bite them. Mark them. Show everyone who you belong to.”

It had dried up and fallen to pieces as soon as I had picked it up. Lord, I didn’t want my vagina to crumble apart like that. But then Bella—bless her soul—rolled her eyes and muttered, “Oh, whatever. She doesn’t need a man to get the blood flowing down there. My faithful BOB has kept me more satisfied and elasticized than any human douche ever could.” Teagan merely shrugged. “It’s more fun with a real penis though. Just saying.” “Wow,” Lucy murmured, shaking her head. “JB must have some kind of magical cock to make you talk this way because, before him, you were all like, eww, men are so overrated. Sex is gross. Keep it away from me.”

Moist heat pools between her thighs and she grips his shoulders, her nails digging in to his skin. “You are so fucking sexy.” Gabe whispers to her, nipping at her neck as he moves his head towards her chest. She tilts my head back, panting for breath. Was he going to..? She had read about this in a book, but she can't assume that it feels as good as they say..

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.