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They laughed loudly at her feeble protests, their hands roaming all over her naked flesh but ensuring to avoid her pussy mound. Tessa screamed again as her bikini bottoms were pulled down to her knees, her thighs pulled apart and her gaping sex leered at by four huge black men. She lay there struggling weakly as her thighs were held open and each of the drooling men ogled her sex disgustingly. They lifted her and pulled her knees up, taking turns to get a better look at her slit and the pink little ring of her anus. “Nice arse,” one commented. “Wouldn’t mind fucking that I can tell you.”

“You mean actually go to one of those places?’ I couldn’t believe he was serious. A friend had told me that he’d been to one of those peep-hole affairs while on holiday in Europe. He said laughingly that someone had actually been vacuuming the little cubicle while the girl on the turntable postured and pouted for the customers! But that was Europe. I didn’t think we in Britain could ever be so dismissive about sex. ‘Paying to watch women expose themselves. It’s so. . . seedy,’ I said, imagining the unsavoury darkened booths, the men in raincoats huddling in their seats, hands jiggling at themselves while their eyes were pinned to the anonymous woman on show. Even as I protested, I felt a fli

I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write. Mirabel has a lot on her plate, and it’s only going to get crazier from here. What would you do in her shoes? I can't wait to hear your thoughts and see you in the comments. Happy reading!

Renowned artist Lucian Vale, is a 42 years old perfectionist with a dark reputation. He needs the perfect muse for his most provocative collection yet. When 23 years old aspiring model Joshua Hart walks into his private studio, Lucian knows he’s found more than just a body, he’s found raw, uninhibited inspiration. What begins as classical nude poses quickly spirals into explicit, boundary pushing sessions filled with erotic poses, intense oral worship, masturbation, and eventually full gangbang scenes orchestrated by the artist himself. In Lucian’s world, art and lust are inseparable, and Elias is willing to surrender everything, his body, his limits, and his pleasure to become the ultimate

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

They thought I was innocent. They saw the pink nails, the shy smile, the quiet girl with a tote bag full of poetry books. But they didn’t know what I kept in my Notes app. My Birthday List. 1 Suck a cock until he begs. 2 Get fucked in front of a mirror. 3 Anal slow first, then hard. 4 Try a blindfold. 5 Hear someone moan my name. 6 Cry from how good it feels. 7 Be used by more than one man.

Oral sex was still breaking the law. "You'll lose your job. I will have to report you," Marie squealed, but the gawking Jerry that she was jerking off pressed her fingers firmly around his dick and said, "Don't stop. Please. Make it cum. Please, ma'am." Marie licked her lips as she watched Jerry's fist wrap around her own. She rubbed her thighs together as they jerked his dick in unison, exchanging a heated look. "Want to suck dick, Marie? Sure looks like you do. Who will stop you, Miss Matthews? Worry about yourself and let me fuck!" Professor Bright scoffed, squaring off with Lucy's pussy like it was the enemy.

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

“Fantasy? I imagine a guy taking me at work, in the office bathroom. He pins me against the sink, hikes up my skirt, and shoves his fingers into my wet pussy, fingering me hard while I bite my arm to keep from screaming. Then he fucks me from behind, slapping my ass while I cum. No condom, filling me with cum until it drips down my legs. Fuck, Marcos, I’m going crazy just talking about it.” They laughed together now—dirty, loaded laughs—their bodies inching closer on the filthy floor. The air was thick with lust, the smell of sweat and arousal mingling like a forbidden perfume. Marcos told another story, about a fuck in a dark alley, pounding a chick against the wall while it rained, water m

Emma’s face burned, her nails digging into the desk edge as her body convulsed. “I’m…I’m going to cum, Mr. Carter!” “That’s it” he snarled bouncing her harder, his cock slamming deep inside. “Do it cúm on your boss’s cóck. Show me how bad you want this job” Her body snapped, pleasure ripping through her in violent waves. Emma screamed, her pússy gushing around him, soaking his cóck and dripping down her thighs. Her whole body shook, tits bouncing in his grip, ass stinging red from his handprints.