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The smell of the crushed tomatoes and the sweet honey mixed with the smell of raw sex. Shifting the Womb in the Dirt "I want to feel the mountain!" Sarah cried out after pulling away from Leo’s cock. She wanted to be stretched even further. She turned over on the table, putting her chest down against the wood. Her bottom was high in the air, shining with honey and cream. Silas stayed behind her. He grabbed her waist with his dirty, strong hands. He began to slam into her pussy from behind. Every thrust was a heavy strike. He was reaching the very back of her.

This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane.

We were the perfect love story, and we could have remained so…if only I hadn’t…. “Liv, what do you want?” Mark asked, snapping me out of my thoughts again. My eyes darted over the menu, “Ummh, could you order for me. I need to use the restroom real quick.” I barely heard his response as I literally sprinted towards the restroom. Have you ever been horny? I don’t mean that little urge you feel when you’re next to a man you like. I’m talking about full blown crazy need for sex. You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying.

"Walking around in these tiny shorts. Looking at me like you want me to ruin you." "Then ruin me," Sara whispered. "Fuck me, Callum. I want my stepbrother to destroy my pussy." Callum groaned deeply. He yanked her tank top over her head and threw it aside. His mouth attacked her breasts. Sucking hard on one nipple while his hand squeezed the other. Sara moaned loudly. Her head fell back in pleasure. "Yes... suck my tits... mark me..." He pushed her onto the bed. She landed on her back. Callum stripped off his briefs. His thick cock sprang free. Hard. Veined. The head already leaking precum. Sara licked her lips at the sight.

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

“That little black dress. The way you blushed when I touched you. I want to fuck you so bad, Sophie.” Before I could answer, he spun me around and bent me over the edge of the bed. He yanked my dress up to my waist and pulled my panties down my legs. I heard his zipper, then felt the thick, hot head of his cock rubbing against my soaked pussy. “Tell me you want it,” he said, teasing my entrance. “I want it,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Tyler.”

I closed my eyes, my chest tightening, the words stuck to my throat. “He cheated,” I said. The sentence hung there, heavy but simple. Silence followed. Then, she exhaled, slow and almost amused. “Is that all?” I opened my eyes. “What do you mean, is that all?” “Tessa,” she said my name the way people do when they think you’re being unnecessarily dramatic. “Men stray. It happens. That alone isn’t a reason to throw away something promising” My fingers stiffened. “He slept with someone else,” I said, slower this time, like maybe she hadn’t heard me properly. “More than once.”

Cum immediately started leaking from both my stretched pussy and ass, running down my thighs in thick, creamy trails and soaking the sheets beneath us. We collapsed in a tangled, exhausted heap on the big bed. Ryan pulled me against his chest, kissing my forehead softly. Tyler spooned me from behind, his lips pressing gentle kisses to my shoulder and neck. Their hands stroked my skin tenderly—caressing my back, my thighs, my breasts. No big declarations. No promises about what this meant. Just heavy breathing, soft kisses, and the warm, satisfied glow of pure, raw passion. We knew Sarah would be back soon. We’d have to act normal again—smile, laugh, pretend nothing had happened. But the hung

“Every fucking inch of me inside you, stretching you, owning you. This pussy was made for my cock.” She sobbed. Her legs locked tighter around my waist. Her heels dug into my ass, forcing me deeper. The pleasure coiled like a live wire in my gut. It was hot and tight, almost painful. Her juices soaked us both, dripping down my balls, slicking my thighs, and pooling on the sheets. The scent of her, which was sweet, musky, and sex-drenched, filled my lungs with every breath.

Thick, veiny, and wet with that girl's spit. "Oh yes, Sara... choke on daddy’s cock," Daniel growled out. His voice was lower now, gravelly. "Suck that fucking cock." Sara started moving faster. She knew what he wanted. Her hands reached down, her small fingers cupping and squeezing his balls while her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. I could see the strings of saliva trailing down the shaft, dripping onto his thighs. She was bobbing her head frantically now, her small hands pulling at his thighs to get him even closer. I could see the skin of his cock stretching tight as she took the whole length of it, her throat working hard to keep up with his rhythm.