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Next to her was a younger woman who was also pregnant like me. “How did you find out, Ma’am?” Peter asked the older woman. She could not help but smile. “Because you look sweet,” she replied quickly. I shut my lips tight. Those few words made me slow down, but only for a moment. Sweet? Where is the sweet in there? “Where did you find your husband? I also want someone a husband as handsome as yours?” Suddenly a woman chuckled. I think she was with the pregnant woman who was in front of me.

She was the only one his dick could throb for. Drawing in a deep breath in an attempt to reduce the pressure he was feeling on his manhood, his gaze went down, and he tried to tuck his manhood back in, but Reese stopped him. "You’ve been the one satisfying me." She muttered as she yanked his hands off his manhood and cupped it with her hands. "I want to satisfy you too." Slowly, her head went down until her lips came in contact with his glans. She gazed up at him as she flicked her tongue on the glans, teasing him.

"You're so pretty. So sweet." "O-okay," I stammer, a pang of nauseous embarrassment hits my gut as my comfort zone is breached. I kissed a girl in high school once. It wasn't for me. Women taste too sweet, like sugar. It's men that satisfy my tastebuds with their salty, savory flavor.

“She is too damn sweet.” Air fluttered across her naked pussy a second before blazing hot skin nudged her. Trey pushed, and groaned, and filled her inch by arousing inch. Oh he was thick, stretching and throbbing as he went in. She couldn’t control her neck arching back. Luckily, that wasn’t required of her. “Jeez,” Zane breathed, admiring her reaction. Trey pushed into her to his balls and pulled down her low neckline. Her breasts spilled free, sharp-tipped and shaking. Trey covered them with both hands and rubbed.

"Hi, Butterfly, You're the first woman to beat me at my own game. I like that about you. You are feisty. You have saved your diner. And not because I wanted a diner inside of that restaurant. But because you put me in a hot spot. People would complain about me if I did not return to the restaurant. Everybody will say that I am heartless. I must admit that I have underestimated you. However, there's one thing you need to know. I was teasing you when I said you could save the diner if you married me. I like you. I would love to get to know you better. I understand you do not believe in love as much as I don't. We might as well go out together and have fun. I promise I will not touch you if you

Christina's body was almost perfect for me. Her skin was so smooth and creamy. Her breasts were just the right size. Not too big nor too small. Their rosy nipples almost drove me mad last night. I could still l imagine how I swirled my tongue around them and licked them until they were almost drenched with my saliva. Her pu*sy was by far the pinkest I had seen. And I was positive that her nectar was the sweetest. I never went down on any woman until her. I had my fair share of females but I had to admit that no one had turned me on big time except her. Though she considered me a geek when we were together, little did she know that at night, I would jerk off while I imagined her beautiful fac

she glanced to the window to make sure hubby was paying attention, then slowly, with her eyes bouncing between me and our audience, pulled my cock into her wide open mouth. Oh those lips! I'd stayed away from overweight women, had turned down several who'd offered various enjoyments. But one slide between this woman's made me realize I'd been too harsh in my judgment. If that sweet face was a big sexual dessert, an erotic puff pastry, then those lips were pure feminine whipped cream. And her tongue! It was long, spacious enough to wrap most of the way around my cockhead; and she stuck it way out to slurp my cock, making damn sure Sweetie Pie in the shrubbery saw her paint every square centim

A moan caught in my throat as I squeezed myself, as sweet pressure offered a hint of relief. "Please. Liam. Touch me." I closed my eyes and imagined. Imagined her tight grip stroking me, teasing me, milking the come from his heavy, desperate balls. Imagined her sweet, filthy mouth pressing kisses over my fevered skin. Imagined her whispering my name, that she wanted me, only me, because it was him... And then I heard her. For real. A soft little gasp.

My cock throbbed within her dripping, electric pussy and I crushed her small breasts into my palms, fondling them roughly while I kept driving and riding her into the counter. Nova’s cunt was sweet… the sweetest, most addictive meal I’d ever tasted. This pussy was pure fire, and every time I buried myself in her, I felt a maddening, insatiable yearning for more. I always want to be here, deep within the sweetness of her pussy. “Arghhhhh…” She moaned again, the sound of her voice pushing me to fuck harder. “You are so sweet,” I groaned, leaning forward to bury my face against her nape, the scent of her arousal intoxicating me as I wound my cock in and out of her.

MAXWELL POV: My tongue drags through her slick folds in one long, broad stroke, tasting her properly for the first time. She’s sweet and musky and addictive. I groan against her pussy and do it again, licking deeper, circling her clit before sucking it into my mouth. Athena’s hips buck hard, a broken moan tearing from her throat. I band one arm across her stomach, holding her down as I eat her like a man starved.