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Hot Winter, Hard Fuck (3) “Is that supposed to help? You touching yourself like that?” Duncan Hale asked, his gaze locked on Celine Ward’s pussy as her fingers moved across her folds. She shrugged, her cheeks flushed with heat. “I just want to be ready for you. I can’t wait anymore.” “And I want to fuck you deeper than you’ve ever felt. I want to smash into your G-spot until you can’t stop screaming.” A thrill of pleasure shot through her and her pussy throbbed even more as he spoke.

He freed his monstrous cock and drove it into her soaked pussy with one savage, merciless thrust — forcing nearly his entire enormous length inside her in a single brutal stroke. “AAAAAHHH!” Sienna screamed as her tight walls were violently ripped open. The searing, burning pain was excruciating — a white-hot tearing sensation that made her feel like her cunt was being split apart by a thick, red-hot iron rod. Every thick vein and ridge scraped harshly against her sensitive inner flesh.

She pulled the phone out of her purse and answered. "Hello?" "Miss Musso, a pleasure. I need my special order," said a male voice on the other line. "What a pushy customer," she thought. "A special order? What, size forty-five or something?" she asked sarcastically. Hearing this, Romero glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "I’m not talking about fabrics," the man responded angrily. "Then what are you talking about?" she asked, thinking this was some kind of prank. "Organs."

And he’d better, before he did something crazy like grab her, touch her, drive her to the brink, then stuff her full of cock. “The sex I like isn’t sweet or pretty or romantic, kitten. It’s raw, sometimes a little painful for a woman. It can require a spine of steel and a lot of stamina.” Kimber tensed, swallowed again. She was nervous—but intrigued. Curiosity swirled in those pretty hazel eyes. Finally, she nodded. “Go on.” Deke stepped closer. He couldn’t resist. Now he could smell her. Peaches and brown sugar and a hint of female arousal. Were his words making her hot—or was it knowing she could turn him on that got her wet?

she requested. Maverick swallowed as he nodded even though she couldn't see him. He gently help her remove her shirt and couldn't help but wish this was happening in another situation. Do you know? That situation whereby the couple wants to do some sensual stuff. I don't want to go into details. That time is gonna come. Maverick stared as one of Whitney's plump and beautiful b**bs escaped from her bra. His eyes bulged as he watched Tia who latched her tongue tightly on the n*pple and sucked it quickly.

I snarl. Her laugh is low, throaty, maddening. “Too late for that, love.” Something cold and metallic presses into my ribs. I look down. She’s holding another weapon. A small, wicked-looking pistol, already cocked. Her grin widens. “Now, let’s try this again, shall we?” The cold press of the gun is sharp, precise, like Celeste herself. Her eyes glitter like broken glass, her breath brushing across my face, sickly sweet and intoxicating in the worst way.

I slumped into my seat, still trying to steady my breathing. Cici leaned in with a mischievous grin, glancing around before pulling something from her bag. A sleek, new vibrator—pink and wickedly curved—gleamed under the table. She winked at us. “Stress relief, ladies. Latest model. Trust me, it hits every spot.” The girls giggled, whispering filthy jokes. I tried to smile along, but the sight of it sent my thoughts spiraling straight back to him. Alessandro. My stepfather. The way his massive body had pinned me in the shower, water cascading over us, his thick cock pressed against me, throbbing with need he refused to take.

"What? Reconciliation sex is historically the best kind. Well, alongside pure anger sex. Now add the fact that it's coming from a literal mini-god with such incredibly adventurous, dominant taste." A sudden, sharp throb pulses deep in my core. My throat thickens, and the air in the room suddenly feels sweltering. I begin frantically fanning my face with my free hand, looking around the hallway as if someone might be standing there watching my reaction. But the door is completely closed; the kids are safely behind the closed laboratory door.

Shane takes over where Connor left off. Like one man but so different, they work like a machine. Warm tingling floods my core, overwhelming pleasure chews me raw and spits me right out. I moan their names, letting my second orgasm hit me in the form of the wetness that flows from my core like a faulty pipe. “Fucking beautiful, baby. Five years and my little whore is still a squirter. Unfortunately, this isn’t even the beginning, baby. You are going to squirt more on the bed, on my face, on my cock. You ready?”

she said taking his shirt off, she pushed him back on the bed, and went straight to his nipples. Alex gasped, his nipples were super sensitive and Amanda knew that, she nibbbed and the flesh, making Alex whimper at the tease. The knock came again, and again, followed by the bell rings. Amanda raised her head up in anger. "Who the fuck could that be?" She asked angrily.