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Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

She whispered, withdrawing her hand. "I would also like that." I peeled my back off the wall, switching our position in one swift motion with her chest now pressed to the wall. She raised her dress by herself, and I shifted her thong to the side. "Do you know why this is even more thrilling than our previous sexcapades?" I asked as I pressed my cock to her entrance. "Why is that?" She asked, moaning a little. "Any of the family members could walk in on me, drilling my cock into your pussy. Isn't that exciting?" I pulled out of her, leaving just the tip of my cock before slamming back into her.

Each time slower, more intense, his dirty talk getting darker. “You’re leaking everywhere, Kai. Such a sloppy mess for your rival. Bet your teammates would lose their minds if they knew their star striker was getting bred in the next room.” “Shut up and fuck me,” I snapped, but my voice cracked with another moan as he hit that spot again. He stayed the whole night. No sneaking out. No pretending it was quick. He held me down through two more loads, filling me until I was overflowing, then pulled me against his chest like he wasn’t planning to let go.

She had nice tits and I told her that. “Thanks. You too.” She said with a wink and a smile. Inside was a fuck fest. Moans overlapped moans and the sound of bodies slamming into each other was like its own brand of music. I moved cautiously into the heart of the fucking. There were fluids everywhere. There were people trying styles I hadn’t even dreamed of. The whole place sizzled with so much sexual energy. It was impossible to think about anything else. I went deeper and saw a red door to the left. The real color of the door wasn’t red but someone had put a wallpaper there and I knew what it symbolized.

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“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

As the sexual tension wrapped around them like a blanket, the burning desire started to consume them rapidly, spreading throughout their body´s, like a wildfire swallowing them whole as their aching body´s collided with each other in a dance of passion and dominance! Slowly she moved backwards while pulling him with her to the ground in front of the fireplace. ¨Make love to me, Xander!¨ Jessica whispered, lying in all her naked glory in front of him after she had dropped her dress on the ground, with her young juicy, perky breasts calling out to him, begging him to be touched and her sexy legs slightly parted…giving him a perfect view of her aroused state she was in and he licked his lower l

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

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.