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Once she was buried to the hilt, she started thrusting, deep, steady strokes that made my breasts bounce with every movement. Elena fucked me harder, her hands gripping my thighs as she drove the strap-on into me. The wet slapping sounds filled the bedroom. She leaned down and sucked on my nipples while continuing her relentless pace. “You look so pretty getting fucked,” she whispered. “My husband’s perfect little assistant, spreading her legs for his wife.” The taboo words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I came hard around the dildo, my walls clenching as pleasure ripped through my body. Elena didn’t stop. She flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and took me from behind.

“She’s dripping for us.” Tyler reached under me and pinched my clit lightly, rolling it between his fingers. I whimpered loudly, legs shaking as pleasure shot through me. “Such a greedy little thing,” Kai said, slapping my ass again. “Taking four cocks at once and still wanting more.” They kept me like that for long minutes — my mouth full, hands busy stroking two others, ass stinging from repeated light spanks, and fingers teasing my clit and pussy relentlessly. I was moaning and whimpering nonstop, saliva dripping down my chin, tears of pleasure gathering in my eyes from the overwhelming sensations.

Her breaths came in jagged bursts, her body teetering on the edge of spasms from the unbearable, sugary bliss radiating from her pussy, each stroke amplifying the delicious ache until it consumed her. Her features contorted in bliss. “Fuuuuck!” The curse tore from her throat. The men treated her pussy like their personal toy, fingering and rubbing until she was a quivering mess, before finally withdrawing. Thea’s vision swam with haze as they released her, her chest rising and falling in heavy pants. Then her right leg was yanked up too, splaying her thighs apart in a lewd, vulnerable display while strong arms locked around her waist from behind, pinning her steady.

You’re stroking yourself before you realize, hard as steel, cursing that her face stays hidden, a mystery that only makes you hungrier. Her videos are pure filth. One’s got her slick with oil, hands sliding over her perky tits, nipples hard as she teases herself, and you’re fighting not to blow right there. Another video pulls you under: Kat18 in an office chair, thighs spreading slow, no panties, her pussy glistening like she’s been wet for hours. Her fingers slip down, circling her clit with soft, needy strokes, and you’re mesmerized, cock throbbing in your hand. Then you see it—the carpet. That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

he said. We lay there in bed, my good cheek resting on his shoulder while we examined her list. Wartenberg wheels, erotic electrostimulation, plastic wrap, animal roleplay, breast torture, edgeplay, human furniture, Japanese bondage, predicament bondage, sexual roleplay, suspension, wax play, wooden horse, figging, Sybian, humiliation and exposure, sexual denial. Those were the things she indicated she wanted to try. The things she'd marked as a gray area which she was unsure about trying were enemas, analingus, fisting, anal sex, auctioning or selling and something called nyotaimori.

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She had lived and been brought up among those whose extravagant lifestyle allowed them to experiment with sensuality, refining it, glorifying it: the touch of cruelty, the hint of mystery, the realisation that a shiver of fear could give an adrenaline rush as fierce as a snort of amyl nitrate. Tayte controlled himself with an effort. He moved away from her and lay flat on his back on the straw. Now it was Armina’s turn to be mouthed. He held up his arms and she slipped between them, thighs spread open, a knee each side of his body. She still wore her white shirt. The buttons were undone all the way down, breasts jutting from the opening. Tayte supported her above him, examining those tip-til

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

Flicking my tongue out, I tasted her… and tasted him still leaking from inside her. She grinded down, riding my face while Hurst slid the vibrator inside me, curling it deep against that spot. I screamed into her cunt. Cumming, shaking, sobbing, thighs clamping around Hurst’s wrist. “So quick?” She teased. “That's boring.” Janette lifted off and climbed to the drawer again, returning with a strap-on already harnessed. A thick, black, veined silicone cock jutted obscenely from her hips. My eyes drifted away from it, and back to Hurst still glistening with our juices.