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"That's your labia minora. They protect this lovely little hole right here." I stifled a moan as he teased his fingertip along my entrance. "That feels good." "I know," he said. "You're already starting to get wet." "Well, I need to, don't I?" I asked. "So you can look for the ghosts." "Right," he said. "The ghosts. But it'll take a lot more, uh, internal lubrication to properly examine you. Now, natural lubrication would likely be more effective, but I could grab some of the gel we use for—"

His angle captured the city lights behind my exposed body and the risk of discovery. They rotated quickly. Each man took a turn in my pussy or ass while the others held me steady against the glass or fed me their cocks. The leash stayed active; Julian tugged it to remind me of my place. Jax kept the electro stim pads firing in unpredictable patterns so my orgasms built dangerously fast. I came hard against the railing. My pussy and ass spasmed violently around Theo and Rafe. I squirted down my thighs but stayed almost silent; only tiny desperate whimpers escaped. The city lights blurred through my tears. One loud cry and the entire party would rush to the balcony.

"I realized Mrs. Gable forgot to leave these for you. I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed." I held out the stack of towels. Olise stepped closer to take them. As his fingers brushed against mine, a sharp, electric jolt shot straight up my arm. He didn't pull away immediately. Instead, his gaze drifted downward. He wasn't looking at the towels. My charcoal silk robe had loosened when I walked up the stairs, the lapels parting to reveal the bare expanse of my chest down to my stomach. Olise’s eyes traced the opening. His chest rose and fell in a shallow, uneven rhythm, his lips parting slightly. He was staring at me with a raw, unfiltered hunger that made the air in the hallway

He looked dangerous and irresistible at the same time. “These books contain ancient erotic magic,” he warned, his midnight eyes locked on mine. “Every story can be brought to life. The pleasure you’ll feel will be real. Absolutely real. But staying too long comes with a price.” “I don’t believe you,” I breathed and stepped back from him, even as heat bloomed low in my stomach. Lucian reached out to me slowly, His fingers brushed the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist just the lightest touch. I get an intense pleasure that explodes through my body like liquid fire. My knees buckled instantly.

She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene. Travis's hands grasped her hips, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready, Sadile?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of excitement through her. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that

I've been so messed up in the head since last weekend I haven't even rubbed one out. I grab my phone and go to xhamster. I scroll through the options of videos while touching myself lightly. I need something good to bust to today to decompress. But nothing catches my eye. It all looks the same. I go from video to video, girl to girl. Everything looks the fucking same. My eye flickers to the "gay" tab on the side. I could maybe.. No. Absolutely not. I let go off my dick and it stays in its position. I'm so hard.

“I’m not sorry I did. You looked… overwhelmed. In a good way, I mean. Or a frustrated way. Both, maybe.” I let out a small laugh, embarrassed but honest. “Frustrated is right. The shift, the way you touched my waist at the charting station… it got to me. My ex used to get weird about me masturbating. Said it made him feel optional. So I stopped doing it around him. Last night I just couldn’t wait anymore.” He nodded slowly, like he was turning that over. “I get it….” The elevator jerked suddenly. The lights flickered, went out, then the emergency ones came on with that dull reddish glow. We stopped moving. Completely.

He crowded my right, grabbing my hand and wrapping it around his straight pole—warm, velvet skin over steel hardness, fitting perfectly into my palm, pulsing with need. Latino’s degrading words sent fire running through my veins, making me double my effort. I sucked him twice harder and faster, hearing his groans and grunts fill the air. “Stroke me while you service my buds, sissy,” Ginger’s voice rang out with a cold command. “Feel how real men pack.” “Look at his tiny clit-dick go,” blond said with a mocking amusement playing in his voice as he watched me react under his control. “Twitching like a desperate little worm in heat.”

They all came knocking. It wasn't enough. The pleasure, the taboo, the satisfaction. It gave her too much of a rush. Daddy was the stuff of erotica book boyfriends. Brutal. Ruthless. Sinfully good at fucking. “Please,” The word tore out of her before she could stop it. “Please, Bill. Daddy, harder. Make it hurt. Make my pussy hurt more. Fuck harder, damn it," she succumbed, clutching a cushion to brace herself.

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”