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He shoved it back absentmindedly without noticing. “Did I call you a tough nut before?” He grinned. “Nah, I think you're crazy.” I shrugged. “Crazy and tough.” As we got into the elevator, he leaned in, his breath caressing my skin. “I'll have a lot of fun cracking you tonight.” A hum escaped my lips, heat pooling between my legs. The fact that Mr Sexy overalls already had me turned on was a plus for him. My last sexcapade attempt failed horribly because I couldn't get wet enough.

“People make losing your virginity sound like this huge, life-changing thing, and yet all of you act like it was just… fine.” “Because it was,” Taylor said, barely glancing up from her phone. “Lena, babe, you’re romanticizing it too much. Just pick a guy and get it over with.” I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t want to ‘get it over with.’ I just… I don’t know. I want it to be good.” Taylor arched a brow. “Then you need an older guy. College guys don’t know what the hell they’re doing.” “That’s actually solid advice,” Maddie chimed in, taking a sip of her wine. “Or you could just go to a BDSM club and let some Dom ruin you. First time or not, they know what they’re doing.”

"That's a good thing, right? Intense is sexy." "Tash, something happened," I said, my voice barely a whisper. And then, the whole story came pouring out of me. The locked drawer, the journal, getting caught, the blackmail, the deal. I left out no detail. I told her everything—my fear, my shame, and my sick, twisted arousal. When I was finished, the room was silent. Tasha just stared at me, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide with shock. "Holy shit," she finally breathed out. "Holy. Fucking. Shit, Elara."

I have a class to attend. ‎I scurried out of bed and dashed into the bathroom to take a shower. ‎I know what we just did is forbidden and a taboo, but I don't feel guilty for it. Not one bit. In fact, I so much loved it. Who would regret having hot sex with a guy who has a big dick and knows how to fuck very well? ‎**Author's note** ‎Are they going to keep doing it till their parents come back? ‎Let's keep going.

She moves fast and rough, chasing her own pleasure. Tara lies beside me and spreads her legs. While Lana rides me, I reach over and push two fingers into Tara’s soaked pussy, fingering her in time with Lana’s movements. The room fills with their moans and the wet sounds of sex. Lana cums with a sharp cry, her pussy squeezing me so tightly that I almost lose control.

He reached up, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them rough, his fingers digging in, then sliding one hand down to finger her pussy while she kept riding, his thumb circling her clit, making her arch back and cry out even louder. I stood there, watching him fondle my fucking best friend, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room, and I felt sick, used, like everything we’d had was just a lie. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, my voice broke as I whispered, “Alex… Alex!” Tyla’s eyes snapped open, she froze for a second, then scrambled off him, her pussy still glistening from how wet she was, his cock shiny and hard, pointing up like

Seedy, yes, but also titillating. ‘Isn’t that the attraction?’ he smiled, seeing that I was interested. ‘I've heard of a place, newly opened. It’s classy, the “‘in’’ place to go. There’s more to this establishment than tired whores gyrating in shabby underwear for a pound a minute.’ I put my arms around him and lifted my mouth for his kiss. ‘And how do you know what happens in these places?’ I asked teasingly, feeling even more turned-on by the thought of my lover sitting in one of those dingy little booths. ‘Have you been to one?’