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she managed to ask, her professional instincts not entirely abandoned. Felix reached into his desk drawer, retrieving a condom with practiced ease. "I want to be clear," he said, even as he tore the packet open. "This changes nothing professionally." Wendy squeezed his length lightly. "Less talking, more fucking, Mr. Harrington." His eyes flashed at her boldness. In one swift movement, he rolled on the condom and positioned himself at her entrance. "Is this what you've been wanting?" he asked, teasing her with just the tip. "Your boss bending you over his desk?"

She licked the sweat from his throat and promised worse. The obsession sharpened in every city. Budapest: sex in the shadowed alley behind the opera house minutes before curtain, his hand over her mouth, strangers twenty feet away. Amsterdam: a midnight canal boat where he bent her over the rail and fucked her while tourists drifted past on another boat, close enough to touch. Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

Her moans filled the room, mixed with the wet sounds of our bodies. “Harder, Zaddy,” she begged, pushing her ass back against me, her pussy squeezing me tight. My hands gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, leaving red marks. I leaned forward, my chest against her back, and reached around to grab her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. My cock slid in and out, slick with her wetness, and I felt another orgasm building, my balls tightening again. The pizza box was still on the table, the smell of it mixing with the stench of sex and sweat in the air.

These were just fantasies. This went on for over six months. I would come home from work, shower, fix a little dinner, and then sit down at my laptop to watch sex videos, read stories like Poppy’s secret confession or other sex stories about daddy’s, or cruise the M2M ads, looking for the excitement that came from these fantasies. I had discovered a local M2M chat room and would chat with guys, telling them my fantasies. Most were either looking for the same thing or didn't want to waste time chatting once they knew I was scared to actually try anything.

I fucked Hailey’s hole with my tongue, letting curiosity get the best of me and I began fingering her asshole with my thumb until her thighs were shaking. “I’m close!” Damon groaned. “Fuck me too!” My husband’s hot cum spilled into my abuse as my best friend’s pussy pulsed out juices as her body shook with her second orgasm. It was all so dirty, filthy but fucking wonderful. I don't think I could go back to casual sex after this. ~ ~ ~ Update: We agreed to continue fucking! My parents have Bella every weekend while my husband, my best friend, and I discover ways we could make each other cum at every corner of the house.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

“I know you’re off limits. But I do not care anymore. My ex’s boring sex left me starving for more. His best friend fucked me better, but you make my pussy wet just by being in the same room. I am glad Sarah is gone for the weekend. Now I can have this married cock without sneaking around.” Her words ignited something in me. I grabbed her ass cheeks and yanked her closer. “You are real trouble. But fuck it.” I kissed her hard, shoving my tongue into her mouth. She moaned into it and ground her hips against my thigh. We stumbled to the couch. I sat down fast. She straddled me immediately, yanking her tank top down so her heavy tits spilled out. I sucked one nipple hard, biting it while she ar

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