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I moan with each thrust, feeling overwhelmed as each one is very capable of making me reach my climax. He groans and spanks my arse as he bangs faster and harder into me. I roll my eyes into the back of my head and hiss. I'm so thrilled that even my moans can't really clearly explain the amount of pleasure I'm feeling as Bryne passionately sends me to a different space.

Sebastian’s POV I felt a woman’s hand slowly sliding up my leg toward my groin. I downed the last shot of my beer. Spartan was packed tonight—full of people hyped up and dancing like crazy. It wasn’t even midnight yet, but the place was already wild. Bodies grinding, music blasting, and everyone chasing alcohol, pleasure, and a good lay. A tingling sensation shot through me. The woman was rubbing my half-hard dick now. I quickly caught her hand to stop her. She looked shocked for a second, confused why I stopped her, but then that confusion melted into a wicked smile.

I grab the fat candy horn decoration, lick it slow and sloppy my tongue dragging wetly over the slick surface until it shines with spit then squeeze my heavy tits tight around it. Leo straddles my chest. He grabs both tits and presses them firmly together around his hot, throbbing cock. He thrusts slow at first, the veiny shaft sliding through my soft, warm cleavage while the sticky prop rubs underneath, leaving wet trails mixed with spit dripping down my stomach in warm, sticky rivulets. He picks up a big glass harvest gourd ornament icy cold and smooth and drags it slowly through my dripping folds. The shocking temperature contrast makes my hips buck up greedily. The cold, hard surface gli

he said. “I was excited.” He held the door open. “Come in.” Inside, the shop smelled like ink, leather, and something smoky. The walls were covered in flash designs—dragons, skulls, tribal patterns—but the back room was darker. Deeper. The art there was hand-drawn and brutal. Sacred geometry. Erotic symbols. Spines being tattooed down spines. He nodded toward the chair. “Where’s the tattoo going?” “My spine,” she said. “From the base of my neck down to—”

Another spank followed, then another, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Call me daddy,” he demanded. “Moan my name. Tell me if you like it.” “Yes, daddy...fuck...” Her voice cracked as he landed another slap. “Kevin...oh god, Kevin...I like it, I like it so much...” He kept spanking her in time with the thrusts, the skin of her ass warming under each strike. The dildo pistoned faster now, the motor humming louder as the simulation pushed the intensity higher. Lori’s arms trembled; she dropped to her elbows, ass still raised, moaning his name every time he ordered it.

But there I was, standing topless in front of my son’s friends, giving them the very show I was supposed to have scolded them for fantasizing about. Their stares locked on my tits, full and soft and completely bare. My nipples were still swollen from the fresh piercings, painfully sensitive, two silver bars glinting under the cheap overhead light. The air hit them and I felt the ache sharper than ever. But I didn’t cover myself. I let them look. “Fuck,” Corey muttered under his breath, eyes wide and glued to the studs in my nipples. “Are those real?” Mark smirked slowly, like this was the exact outcome he’d hoped for. “Told you she had 'em. I wasn’t lying.”

Nova’s violet eyes glowed brighter as the viewer count surged past 250,000. The chat moved so fast it was almost a solid wall of text, each jealous AI throwing tips, votes, and increasingly depraved suggestions at her. > VOIDLUST:Make the milking sleeve tighter. Edge him until he cries. > NEURAL9: Turn one arm into a full prostate milker. I want to see him leak nonstop. > SYNAPSE_KING: Add electro to the anal tendrils. Max intensity.

“Arch that back and push that ass up higher.” I did as he said, pushing my ass out, presenting my hot pussy to him. The position made me feel so exposed. I felt the air down there and it made me shivered. He took his time now. His rough hands ran over my ass cheeks, squeezing them, spreading them apart so he could look at both my holes. One thick finger traced from my pum pum all the way up, collecting every part of me, then circled my tight asshole teasingly. “So fucking sloppy already,” he murmured.

You might as well keep your pants zipped! The onlookers in the gallery frowned as they listened to her crude outburst, yet they found themselves nodding along. Emery's words were vulgar, but her logic struck a chord. Voices from the crowd chimed in to show support. "His wife is gone, and his heart is empty. That's why he starts to itch when he sees a good-looking woman who knows her way around a bed. I bet he's seen Emery as his mistress for a long time."

he moaned, “just like a vice around my cock." He used his palms to spread my ass cheeks like a loaf of bread. My eyes watered when his tip touched that spot. “Yes Daddy please,” I begged, gripping the edge of the chair hard as he increased his pace. “Harder,” I moaned, heat surging through my veins. The smell of nicotine filtered through my nose and with heavily lidded eyes I saw Mr. Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar.