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Bob’s dick was just five inches something that was the size of a sausage and he still had the confidence to cheat. Then let’s see who knows how to play better. Immediately, I closed the car door swiftly. About to ignite the engine, I got a text, my phone beeping. “Bitch, I’m hard,” he sent that with a view-once picture which I viewed. It sent me as wet as ever. “Damn!”

The kind of thing that could blow up everything. My cunt was already slick and aching, my body was active, God, I need his cock buried deeply inside, I need him to fuck me till my thighs tremble and till I lose balance. The women’s restroom was mostly empty. A couple of teenagers were at the sinks and left as I walked in. I went straight to the last stall, the larger accessible one and held the door open. He stepped inside. The second the latch clicked I was on him. He shoved me back against the cold tile wall and kissed me like he’d been holding it in for years.

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

Either way, I could hardly move on when I saw how his balls were swinging violently as it slapped against her butt cheeks during sex. “So that's what happened,” I concluded my story. “So in conclusion, you just realized you're gay,” Andrew nodded his head in all seriousness. I was really going to punch this idiot. Skylar rubbed her chin, a small, amused smirk playing on her lips. "Well, Luke, if you're really that curious about the texture and weight... why don't you just reach down and feel your own?" “Why the fuck are you even giving him that—” I blinked, completely deadpan. "I did."

The two men’s rhythms weren’t perfectly synced, which created a chaotic, unpredictable internal stimulation that made Sloane’s mind blank with pleasure. In the creek, the double cunnilingus was reaching a crescendo. Tessa was bucking against their mouths, her hips rocking uncontrollably. Wren had intensified her suction on Tessa’s clit, her tongue fluttering against the sensitive nub with a rapid, buzzing motion. Mira, meanwhile, had deepened her focus. She wasn’t just licking Tessa’s entrance anymore; she was fucking her with her tongue, plunging it in as deep as she could, then swirling it around, tasting every fold, every crease.

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

“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?”

Horny Intern 10 The weekend after the gala dragged in a mix of bliss and that nagging jealousy. Saturday, Mr. Voss texted me to come over to his penthouse. I showed up in a short dress, no underwear, collar snug under a scarf. He fucked me on the kitchen counter—rough thrusts from behind, his hand around my throat over the engraving. "Mine," he growled with each slam, the piercing dragging inside me until I came twice, screaming. He filled me deep, cum dripping down my legs as he held me. We showered together after, his fingers gentle on my skin. But in bed that night, curled against his tattooed chest, I whispered, "Those other interns... did you collar them too?"

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.