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Curves in all the right places, a natural artistry that makes my mind feel like it’s about to split into two, one half screaming in alarm, the other half roaring in pure, unadulterated desire. The sun, a benevolent spotlight, catches her, illuminating the delicate planes of her face, the rich, warm tone of her caramel skin. She glows. Truly, madly, deeply glows. She’s the most exquisite, beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. And then there is that ass. That utterly perfect, beautiful curve, a testament to some divine sculptor. She's wearing denim shorts. Or should I say, *bum shorts*, as some ladies call them. They are practically so short that the fabric barely skims the apex of her

Sophie pov I took off my skirt and slowly traced lines on my panties, not taking my eyes off the magazine, slowly flipping it to the next page. My breathing grew faster. It was an up-close picture of the woman having her pussy licked by the man. Fuck, I couldn't tease myself any longer. I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy.

Her panties were drenched. As he rubbed his fingers over her wet pussy, he said, "That's short-term and I agree one hundred percent! Only this time, we're not cleaning your pussy-juice off the leather; I want to smell it on every hot summer day!" He skewed her panties aside and slid a finger between her lips and into her cunt-hole. He pushed it as deep as his awkward reach would allow and wiggled it there. "I'm talking about long-term. How do we take advantage of our newly-revealed perversions? Well, my secret desire to watch you fuck other guys is newly-revealed; I guess we've always known you were a nympho."

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

The wet smack of flesh against flesh filled the stifling shack, the spicy smell of sex hanging heavy in the breathless air. “I’m coming, baby!” she bleated, reading my ragged mind. She furiously rubbed her clit, brazen body rocking in rhythm to my frantic thrusting. “No-no! Not yet!” I yelped, slamming on the sexual brakes. “There’s one more position I have to do to her – do … for you.” I pulled my brimming cock out of the blonde’s sodden sex and made myself even wetter with some spit. Then I spat manmade lube onto her bum, and she smeared it between her cheeks, knowing where I was cock headed.

That sexy, big-assed girl who had moved into his next door less than twenty-four hours ago. Ever since he helped her move, Martin couldn't get that image out of his head. The ridiculously short denim shorts. The black thong disappearing between the thick, sweaty cheeks of that ass. The heavy breasts swaying inside the thin blouse. The slutty smile when she said, "If the gentleman is strong... he can come."

“This, my dear, is for lubrication.” He poured a generous amount onto his hand, then reached down and smeared it liberally over my pussy, coating my clit, my labia, and the entrance to my vagina. The oil was thick, warming, and smelled faintly of herbal and musky. He didn’t stop there. His fingers worked the oil into my asshole, preparing me, stretching me gently. “Jonathan,” I whimpered, feeling the delicious, invasive stretch.

“I’d lock myself in my room… three fingers, pretending it was a man from the congregation. I’d come whispering ‘forgive me’ while I spilled all over my bible.” Seong laughed darkly and folded Ren in half, knees to his shoulders, pounding even deeper. The new angle let him grind directly into Ren’s prostate with every stroke. Wet, filthy sounds filled the basement—skin slapping skin, the squelch of leftover cum from last night mixing with fresh slick. “You’re clenching so greedily around me,” Seong taunted, sweat glistening on his perfect chest. “Your hole is sucking me in like it knows it belongs to a demon now. Say it. Say ‘My cunt belongs to the devil.’”

I hated how wet I already was. “Fuck you,” I hissed, trying to keep my glare steady even as my hips started rolling on their own. “I still hate your guts.” Every grind made my shorts press tighter against my soaked panties. I could feel my juices starting to soak through, making the fabric slippery against his boxers. My clit throbbed with each pass and my breathing got faster. Kai laughed under his breath and tightened his grip, guiding me harder. “Look at you. Already creaming your shorts just from rubbing on your stepbrother’s cock. Bet that tight virgin hole is dripping down your thighs right now.”

She felt the sheet damp beneath her shoulders, Charles' cock was painfully hard in his shorts as he saw his sister's pussy exposed. Her long lips were furled, wrinkled outside of her outer lips, her fat clit bulging above them. As Sheri pulled on herself, her pussy lips started to pull apart, sticky tendrils of pussy juice hanging from one to the other, the glistening pink interior just visible, the small tattoo of three strawberries above everything.