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I begged, tears streaming, body quivering uncontrollably. My legs shook, clit hypersensitive, each slide of his length pushing me past my limits. But his stamina held—he groaned deeply, hips snapping faster, ignoring my pleas. "My spoiled little slut, cumming again? You love it, don't you? Addicted to Daddy's cock already." The degradation fueled me, turning the overstimulation into something obsessive, my mind narrowing to him: his musk and sweat scent filling my lungs, his groans like music, the way he owned every inch of me.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

She noted how “it only takes about 5 minutes of flirting or about 30 seconds of ‘accidental’ rubbing or touching for the little head to take over the big one.” God, hearing her stories made me ache. It’d been years since I’d felt anything more than a vibrator inside of me. Hearing her tell of sucking off would-be CEOs—or even the spoiled stepson of one—made me yearn for a real dick. A real fucking cock that could pulse and throb, read me, become one with me, and then release all of that pent-up passion deep in the parched throat or in my now moist, warm pussy.

Roth noticing he had placed his hand on Tristan's Thigh for long quickly removed it, " There will be a new development from today henceforth, I will adding a new spice to the segment" "What will that be?" Tristan asked, feeling the coldness, the moment Roth took his hand off his Thigh, he never knew his booth was this cold, Roth's touch had quickened his senses, raised his temperature higher than usual, not to talk about the twitching he was feeling in his pant. "I will be reading some intense erotic stories for those of my listeners who had always dreamt about me bringing them to orgasms, I will help them experience it" Roth said, giving Tristan's his breathtaking smile, as he walked out of

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

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He stepped forward toward me and my legs trembled to even move backward. “You’re fantasizing about me.” That is not a statement. “Tell me how you do it. Do you moan my name when you ride this vibrator? Do you close your eyes and picture me on top of you, pounding you hard and rough as I kissed you endlessly. I would ravish your lips…” My back touched the wall and I knew I was fucked up. Adrian cornered me on two sides, moved even further toward me. I could feel his breath on my lips, my eyes falling half-lidded as I bit the lower of my lip.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

Until then, I was trapped here, touching myself for strangers and counting every tip. I slipped a hand under my t-shirt, idly playing with my nipple as the movie played on. The ache between my legs was already coming back. I kept teasing my nipple under my shirt, rolling it between my fingers as the couple on the TV fucked passionately. My pussy was getting wet again, that familiar ache building. The money from the call still had me buzzing… $700 just for riding a dildo and moaning like a slut. I wondered if HotFantasy88 would message again soon. Part of me hoped he would.

The expression on their face and the glistening fold told me they were having the time of their lives and my pussy clenched so hard I pressed my thighs together. I was dripping again, the images burning into my mind. I imagined myself in those positions, Sameal standing over me with that massive cock. I forced myself to close the drawer and leave the room, but the images stayed with me all day. By the time night came, I was aching. Unable to take it any longer I lay in bed, my legs spread wide as my fingers slid through my folds. I teased my clit slowly at first, remembering the way he stroked himself. My other hand moved to my breasts, pinching my nipples hard, imagining his hands instead.