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She spoke dirtier, spread her legs wider, begging for a deeper connection. Our wet pussies kissed faster, harder, the ecstasy unexplainable. “I can’t stop! Oh, fuck—you feel so fucking good!” I screamed as it hit me. “I’m going to come!” “Let’s come together, Valen.” A few more thrusts, a few more rolls, and we were both screaming, writhing as our orgasms washed over us. We switched to sixty-nine, with me on top, sucking our cum off each other. “Mmm… you taste like sin,” she purred, spanking my ass.

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

I squeezed my thighs together, already feeling myself grow slick. “You like that, don’t you?” Lord Blackwood’s deep, commanding voice sent a shiver straight through me. “Take it deeper. That’s it… good girl.” I bit down hard on my lip to stop myself from making a sound. My hand pressed between my legs over my skirt, desperate for some kind of relief. Every filthy word he spoke made my pussy throb harder. Night after night, I returned.

“She’s even sexier than Ellie. I want to fuck her so badly.” He looked around the closet. Drawers lined each wall. The closet was bigger than Ellies' .Curiosity got the better of him. He pulled one open and found stacks of lingerie...bras, thongs, sheer pairs of panties. He picked up a pair of black lace ones and brought them to his face. The scent hit him hard. His cock was already straining against his pants. He freed it, wrapped the soft fabric around the shaft, and started stroking. In his mind it was Nikki’s hand, or better, her body. He pictured her bent over in front of him, that silk robe hiked up, those long legs spread while he fucked her from behind. He kept going, breathing harde

She knew the desire was already obvious on her face as well so she didn't hesitate to do as he said. She began to grind and even brought her protruding jewel closer to his masculinity while still sitting on it. She moved to rub her femininity with only thin panties covering it. She was not afraid to do that because she knew that his maleness was also lifeless because of his condition. His two hands were holding her waist again to help her move her body against him. "Damn! Aaaghhhh!" his violent growl was quite loud.

Rowena was almost afraid to touch it, but she played with switches, dials, and buttons until his station’s call numbers popped onto the digital display and rock music entered the room. Listening for a moment, letting the throbbing sounds soak into her skin, Rowena began trailing her hands across the other things on the shelf. She was about to turn away and explore more of his home when something stopped her. A book out of line with the others. Her eyes scanned down the spine, reading the words twice before she processed them… ‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma by Dr. Felicia Newman’. Rowena stared at the dark letters on the silver spine. Pulling it gently from the shel

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The slick, hot slide of her cunt against mine was driving me crazy. Sally leaned down and sucked hard on my nipple, biting it while she ground faster. “You love this, don’t you? Being a filthy lesbian whore for the vicar’s wife. I bet you touch your pussy every night thinking about sinning, don’t you?” “Yes— fuck— I’m such a dirty wife—” I gasped. She sat up, grabbed my hips and started riding me harder. Our pussies slapped together wetly. Juice ran down my ass crack onto the lounger. I could feel another orgasm building fast.

“You want daddy’s cock really bad, don’t you, naughty girl?” His words sent a thrill through me, his voice dripping with dominance. I was naked on his lap, my pussy dripping shamelessly, a slick trail running down my inner thigh, the room thick with the scent of my arousal and his cedar-and-sweat musk. Every breath felt heavy and electric, the risk of Maddy walking in any second making my clit throb harder. Lisa was in their room, partially blind. The thought of her hearing us and Maddy hating me forever should have stopped me, but it didn’t. Instead, it made me feel even more excited.

I moaned softly, my teeth clenched tightly as I felt it coming, a load of breathtaking sensation, the same I always experienced when I touched myself to lesbian p**n. “Fuck! Olivia,” I panted. Fingers deep in pussy, lips parted, with a crying face. “I want to fuck you so bad,” I said as I fucked faster. The words slipped out of my mouth like water spilling over. But then I felt it again. That strange shiver crawling all over my skin like I was being watched. The brightness of the light from my laptop made me realize how dark it had gotten outside. Since I was taken in by my sexual desires. The brightness made it even harder to see if there was anyone else around watching.