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She added two her fingers to our pussies and pumped fast. We kept going until both of us were shaking and dripping sweat. We lay there panting, her fingers still lazily circling my swollen clit. "Told you college was fun," she whispered. I just nodded, my hidden fantasies now real and messy all over us. My ass felt used and sore in the best way, and I already wanted more.

He grinned, but his eyes were hungry now, roaming over my legs, my cleavage, the way my dress had ridden up slightly on my thighs. "But it has its perks. Like meeting beautiful, needy women in elevators… and wondering how wet they already are just from talking to me." Heat crept into my cheeks and between my legs. "Is that your move? Rescue sad women with comfort food?" "Only the beautiful ones who look like they need to be fucked senseless until they forget their ex’s name." The words hung in the air between us, filthy and direct. My heart kicked hard against my ribs and my pussy clenched, a fresh gush of wetness soaking my panties.

The wet squelching sounds were filthy, loud as hell in the quiet dorm — his dick churning the spit and precum inside my hole into a sloppy white froth that leaked out around his shaft every time he pulled back. My own cock bounced hard against my stomach with every pound, leaking a steady stream of precum that smeared across my abs. Connor’s hairy chest rubbed against mine, our nipples scraping together, sweat making everything slick and nasty. I could smell us — pure heat, musk, and raw sex filling the room. “Goddamn you’re tight,” he grunted, fucking me faster. “Gripping my dick so good. This pussy was made for me.”

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I stroked my hand over Treph's firm, round butt and ran my finger between her pussy lips and into her hot snatch. I pulled my cock out of Xana's pussy and positioned Treph over her. With the botanical beauties making love to each other in that position, I had access to both of their pussies. I slid my dick into Treph's hot snatch from behind, gave a couple of strokes, then pushed back into Xana's waiting cunt. After establishing a pattern, a few strokes here, a few more there, the pressure was building in my balls and I knew I was about to explode.

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His teasing was becoming unbearable, I needed to feel him inside me. He tapped my pussy twice with his cock as if seeking permission to enter before he finally pushed in. The pain was brutal, tears unconsciously fell from my eyes. It felt like he was splitting me open and I loved every bit of it. The pain. The pleasure. All of them. He moved at a steady pace at first, trying to let me get over the pain and adjust to his size. “Good?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Go faster.” That was the assurance he needed. Xavier slammed into me with relentless force. His balls hitting my pussy and the sound of skin slapping skin echoed around the room with each thrust he made.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

When she finally shattered, it was with his fingers buried in her ass and his thumb grinding her clit, and she screamed so loudly he had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep security from knocking. She squirted hard enough to splash the marble floor, body convulsing so violently he had to hold her up. He carried her inside, laid her on the bed, and started again. Three more orgasms ripped from her exhausted body before he finally let her sleep, plugged with his cum and a heavy steel toy he refused to remove. But Sasha was learning his edges too. In Milan, after another night of denial followed by overload, she waited until he was spent and dozing. She slipped from the bed, found the leathe

He removed his mouth to speak to his brother. "Suck that pussy, Kill," Sin encouraged, his breath hot on my asshole. "Taste how much she wants us." Then he went to feast on my taboo hole again. I was losing my mind. The sensation of Killian's tongue in my pussy while Sin had his tongue circling the groove of my ass, plus his hands on my breasts, was too much. I felt my climax building, a tidal wave of heat rushing to my center. "I'm gonna cum! Please! Don't stop!" I begged.