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"James is a fucking retard. He's downstairs with a little bitch who probably sucked off everyone in the entire law firm for a raise. He doesn't deserve a woman with such beautiful tits and an ass like this." Killian didn't waste time with romance. He reached down, bunched up the skirt of my GNOIR dress, and shoved it up to my waist. He saw the black lace thong. It was completely transparent now, soaked through with my juices. "Fuck, Sin," Killian barked, his eyes darkening to almost black. "She's already dripping. I know you touched her. I told you not to touch the prize until I was here." "I couldn't help it, brother," Sin said, reaching around to cup my breast. "I had to taste her. She was

The impacts stung deliciously, turning her skin hot and sensitive. Up front, the dark-haired mouth-fucker held her head firmly in both hands now, his fingers tangled in her messy hair. He face-fucked her without restraint, long strokes that buried him in her throat, holding deep until she gagged and her eyes watered. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with drool and pre-cum, smudging her glasses further until the world blurred, but she loved it, the loss of control, the way they used her, and the overwhelming fullness in every hole.

Two fingers slid back inside me while her mouth stayed focused on my clit, curling, thrusting, matching the rhythm of her tongue. The wet sounds were quiet but filthy in the small space. I stared up at the dark ceiling of the storeroom, one hand still pressed over my mouth, the other tangled in her hair pushing her inside my wetness so she could do more Stacy lifted her head just long enough to speak, her voice low “I’ve always wanted to do this with you.” The words hit harder than her tongue had. Before I could answer....no even before I could even process them...she dropped her mouth back between my legs and sucked harder.

she moaned softly as she slowed her pace, my spasming dick finishing its eruption. On screen the black actor was spewing an incredible load all over the actresses behind, rope after rope coating her milky ass. The white male actor reappeared, slowly making his way back on screen. He leaned down and kissed the woman passionately, just as the screen faded to black with the splash title "Wife Sharing 4". I was a bit surprised, not having realized I selected that sort of porn, Stacey noticed too "Oh yeah babe?" she turned and kissed me "A bit kinky tonight are we?" she smiled, jokingly.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

I whispered again. Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear. “Are you alright Tania?” She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes. “That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?” “Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied. Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

Stepping out of character, she said, “What do you mean, baby? This is exactly what we discussed.” “Well, I think it’s time for a renegotiation. I mean, it’s always the same: big cock yada yada yada, muscles yada yada yada, long, blond hair yada yada yada, better in the sack—do you actually have sex with these random guys?”

When they saw each other they both laughed and looked at each other very mischievously, then Raquel told her: -Yes, yes, yes of course, of course I have and I have had my little gray hairs in the air, but all without any commitment and with certain conditions, that I set myself. -So how's that, let's see, I'm curious. -A well, first of all that he's not married and that, just like me, he doesn't want any commitment and you know, but I haven't fallen in love so it's just been sex and nothing more than sex.

Amelia said firmly. Maya giggled. “Liar.” “I am not lying,” Amelia insisted. “He’s annoying.” “And hot.” Amelia threw a pillow over her face. “Shut up.” Maya only laughed harder. After a few moments, Miya cleared her throat. “Okay, but seriously, though… how do you feel about him?” Amelia frowned. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” Maya said, “you clearly have a thing with this guy. And I don’t mean romantic. I just mean… there’s something there.”