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Jace gripped the rest of the length which was already slathered with spit and stroked it in tandem with his own sucking. “Oh fuck, Jacob,” Toussaint moaned as he pulled Jace from his pole. Toussaint smacked his cock on Jace’s wet lips before urging him to continue. This time, Jace took more of his until his nose hit a perfectly trimmed pube, the scent of pine and something strong flooding his nostrils but he couldn’t focus on that for long. Tears dropped from his eyes as he sucked Toussaint’s cock until his cock pulsed in his mouth. What followed was an animalistic growl from Toussaint as he fucked his throat with an insane strength, pumping his seeds into his throat.

Seriously, I didn't wanted smut in the story but there were people who wanted so I uploaded. I don't know maybe I'll remove this chapter later..🙃❤

"I'll show you how all the posting stuff works. And we can send it to Gemma." You smirked and shook your head, not sure if that was a good idea or not. But you accepted the phone and shifted around until you got a good frame of the shot - Sabrina's small tits splattered with your pearly cum, both of her nipples popping out, and the hickey just below the left nipple. Her smile, naughty and satisfied, just at the top of the frame. "Nice, that's a good one," she said when she took a quick look.

I stared at him incredulously. “How did you—“ But my words were cut short when he suddenly slip my bra underneath his boxers. My eyes trained on the spot his manhood and my bra located. My left pinky finger twitched. He must have seen the look on my face because he then rubs it with a smug look on his face. I can already feel myself dripping. Damn, how I wish that’s my hand under that flimsy material. “You want it back, babe?” I nodded dumbly, my mind was busy formulating a thousand ways to get my bra and at the same time feel his cock. My mouth went dry just thinking about it.

He understands what being friendly is, but he couldn’t time a smile right to return the favor. Until he recorded all possible human expressions in his mind as much as he could, and could fake emotions better than the most human human. Human emotions are good. Better than rules. Rules doesn’t bend, but emotion? Emotion is the easiest to manipulate. Curving his lips into a smirk, Meph put a shade of tease in his eyes, just the perfect amount to push the rabbit a little more to the frantic side, but not enough to trigger any attack: “You mean the posters? Those are just paintings based on how people described me. It’s not my fault that your royal painter was not good at their job.”

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”

Pictures of sexy girls kissing, and of naked young bodies held tightly together under a shower head. The folder "Butts" contained not only pictures of very attractive naked asses, but also shots of fat cocks stuffed into stretched assholes. Many of the anal pictures were close-ups of the joined cocks and asses, but those that included the women's faces showed expressions from obvious pleasure to oh-my-God-that's-not-going-to-fit! Vickie clicked on the folder named, "Incest," and she and the two kids were treated to nearly a hundred images in the taboo genre. One set showed a brother getting a blowjob from his sister still partially-dressed in her school uniform, but with her small tits and s

I’d watch her at the dining table, her soft lips wrapping around a strawberry, her tongue darting out to catch a drop of juice, and I’d have to physically excuse myself, retreat to my study before I got hard right there in front of my entire family. I tried ignoring her. I tried pretending she didn’t exist, that she was just a piece of furniture, a pretty ornament in my son’s life. But it was no use. She was an infection, and I was a willing host. I started taking pictures of her secretly. The security cameras I’d had installed for “protection” became my private peepshow. I had footage of her sunbathing by the pool, her skin glistening with oil. I had clips of her sneaking into the kitchen l

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.