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I gasped, grabbing his wrist to keep his fingers inside me, riding them shameless because I could not stop myself. My mind was spinning with how dirty it was, how wrong, knowing our parents were downstairs, knowing Emily had been flirting with him all day, and still I wanted him to keep going, to finger me until I came again, to prove I was the one he wanted. My nipples were hard and aching, rubbing against his chest every time I moved, sending sparks straight down to my clit. He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back.

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."

Kara gasped sharply as he circled her swollen clit, the overstimulation sending sparks shooting up her spine. “So fucking wet still,” he growled, bringing his fingers to her lips. She opened eagerly, tasting the salty-sweet blend of their combined pleasure. The musky scent of sex hung thick in the air, intoxicating. Dean’s cock hardened fully against her thigh, heavy and insistent. “You broke into my apartment to get fucked, and I’m not done with you yet.”

The mix made everything more intense. Sweat slicked their bodies. Tatum’s breasts bounced with each movement. Sloane reached between them and rubbed Tatum’s swollen clit in firm circles. The sensations pushed them both closer. Raw emotion poured out between thrusts. “This stopped being only hate a long time ago,” Sloane admitted, her voice rough and breaking slightly. “I think about you all the time. Not just your body but your sharp mind on the field. The way you read plays. It drives me crazy.” Tatum leaned down and captured Sloane’s lips in a messy, hungry kiss. “I feel the same,” she whispered hotly against Sloane’s mouth. “I respect how hard you fight despite your knee. How you never qu

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He stared at me as I licked his fingers, then took them in my mouth. "Holy fuck," he whispered. "How... what...?" "It's not like I've never eaten pussy before," I said, taking his fingers out of my mouth. "I know what it tastes like." "Wait, you've—" "Yeah. I'm bi." He seemed to relax when he found that out, maybe because I knew what it was like from his point of view as much as my own. Smiling, I pushed my jeans and panties down my hips. He raised his eyebrows as I brought my own hand between my legs, my eyelids fluttering as I pushed my fingers inside myself. My pussy was soaked, heat radiating from it as I fingered myself slowly. After a moment, I brought my hand away from myself and lift

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

I shrieked, arching my back up as my body shuddered from the electrifying sensation that spread like hot lava through me. I felt my pussy grow sleek, my fluid trickling out of me. What the hell? I never expected this to be so erotic and arousing. How did Mr. Jonah come up with such intense, very pleasurable kinky shit? This was what I called spice! Something crazy and bizarre but incredibly enjoyable. Not the disgusting shit Tyler was asking me to do. "You like it, don't you?" His deep voice boomed in the space around me. "Yes, El dominio. I fucking love it," I agreed.

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c