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“Amen, sister. But seriously you really told Alex you’re claiming his bed? Bold move after one night.” I shrugged, still grinning. “Why not? Life’s too short for bad dick and cheating assholes. Alex made me feel wanted, used, and worshipped all at once. I’m texting him tomorrow. Or tonight. Probably both.” Zoe linked her arm with mine, the three of us starting to walk toward the locker room on wobbly legs. “We should make this a regular thing. Naked parties every month. Support group for women who deserve better orgasms.” “Deal,” Mia said. “Next time I’m bringing toys. Or inviting more twins.”

Kane stood directly in front of her now, so close she could smell his clean, masculine scent. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You wrote an entire pornographic fantasy about your professor. And then submitted it as coursework.” “I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, mortified. “It was a private document. I must have copied the wrong file.” Kane tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. “Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?”

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

The woman's overdramatic moan, the man isn't making a sound at all, the creaking of the bed, the loud slap of skin against skin and I sigh, fuck. “Fuck me harder!“ the woman screams in pleasure, real or fake, it's none of my business, all I know is I want to be fucked so good that I forget everything in my surroundings. Hot and burning with want, I squeeze my small and firm boob harder as I tilt my head backwards to imagine what it would be like to have someone on top of me, someone who would fuck into my wet cunt like that. A breathless gasp escapes my lips as my best friend flashes through my mind and it makes me even wetter, “hmm…Rocky…” I moan and sneak a hand down to circle my clit, ima

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Grabbing one of her boobs, Emily grunted when she felt her orgasm was slowly disappearing before she could even get to it, and that wasn’t what she wanted. Frustrated, she reached for her phone and after searching for only a few seconds, she finally found a video that suited her taste amongst the multiple ‘hardcore rape’ videos. She returned to the table, and as the video played, as the woman struggled with the three men that were about to fuck her, their big cocks dangling in her face as one of them slapped her so that she would open her mouth and take the dick by force. While the woman had put up one hell of a fight, she was no match for three men stronger than her. One of them had her pin

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.