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Rather than talking, our bodies start to move—Adam’s hand still caressing my tummy, my own hands stretching back to hold his head. The mood quickly shifts from the innocent effort to wash my hair to an intense lustful scene. As the water showers on us, Adam leans down and starts kissing south from my ear to my neck to my clavicle, his hands sliding up to grip my breasts gently. His thumbs and index fingers squeeze each nipple hard through my crop-top vest, and I wince out of pain but also out of a hint of pleasurable sensation that courses through my body. Triggers are pulled. Foundations are laid. The course is set. And Adam and I are horny as fuck.

“Tell me.” “I’m touching my pussy.” “Good, baby girl. Push two fingers inside. I want to hear how wet you are.” I did as I was told. My folds were slick, hot, and wet. The noises my wet pussy made seemed to drown out any of the rain that beat against my window. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this aroused. It seemed like ages ago. I pressed two fingers, then three, inside myself, using my thumb to circle my clit. I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to hold on to this feeling for a while. Who knew when I would feel it again.

he said, but it came out too broken to carry authority. “I thought you were here to help cleanse me.” “You are tempting me.” Her breath hitched. That was what she wanted. That quiet crack in his control. She slid her fingers through her folds, teasing her clit as she leaned closer to the screen. “I want you to imagine it,” she whispered. “How wet I am. Right here. In your confessional booth. How easily you could come through that door. Slide your fingers inside me. Tell me I’m dirty.” “I can’t listen to this.”

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

Come on, take off your pants, let me give you a reason why staying attentive and focused is so damn rewarding. Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about... do it, take off your clothes, slow and easy. Look at me while you do it... look at my big, milky boobs, look at how soft and squishy they are as I press them together for you. Oh, how I’d love someone to suck on my aching nipples now. Come on, baby, take off those boxers now... let’s see what kind of pressure you’ve been building up. Yeah, yeah... grab that waistband and slide those confining things off. And keep looking at me, yeah... look, my pussy is so wet and hot. Oh, it feels so good to stick two fingers in it... oh, something longer and

The way he'd slip his fingers inside of me, one after the other, giving me a fraction of what was to come. Tasting my tongue before tasting my lips, giving him the same suggestive affection in return by letting him use my throat. Bending me over the very surface of his desk and lifting my skirt before ridding himself of his own clothes and… Ding, new idea. "Sex stories," I spouted, pushing myself up from the relaxed position and straightening my clothes. "That's what I want this new exhibit to focus on.” "Do tell," Nancy sat intrigued, one end of her mouth tugging upward.

I looked up and saw her walking at a distance, she didn't even care to explain what the paper was for, though I had my ideas but still. Still awed, I posed, firmly staring at the paper. I was kind of lost in it till I felt a warm hand around my nape. "Dude! Were you just fucking asked on a date by Salene? " Victor squealed.

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She even told her everything about going shopping and to the movies, and went into explicit detail about the way she and her father had made each other cum in the theater. The blonde's expression turned to one of amazement, and her hands grew continually rougher and more aggressive on Brook's tits as she listened to the story. Just telling it had Brook's panties soaking wet, and she was pretty sure Cindy's were too. "Holy fuck!" the blonde said. "You're so lucky."