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The view was explicit and obscene: Nagur’s asshole stretched to the diameter of a fist and a half, rim thin and white, the tunnel beyond wide open so they could see every twitch and contraction of his inner walls, cum from overnight still coating the shiny pink flesh in creamy streaks. Nagur writhed uncontrollably, body convulsing, moaning and begging in a broken litany. “Master… please… I’m your whore… fist me harder… open me more… I can feel everything… breed my guts… use my cunt… don’t stop!” His cock erupted suddenly without touch, shooting thick ropes of cum across his own chest and face as the double fisting and speculum stretch pushed him over the edge. The twins leaned in, licking at

I would not be so lucky. She released her grip on her own a*s and pushed herself up, her butt jiggling mouth-wateringly again as she stood. She turned back to face me, pushed herself upward, and rested her round a*s against the bed. With a firm pull, she yanked down her skirt over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Her red-lace covered crotch was now exposed to me, and then, as she pushed herself back to fully sit on the bed, she spread her legs apart lewdly, running her fingers down over her covered pu**y. The thong underwear was tiny, and it barely covered her nether regions, and it confirmed her earlier boast. If she had any sort of landing strip or anything like that, with as little

My rough fingers wanted to graze just part of her underwear, the forbidden area I have yet ever to reach, but I felt no line as I inched further to her voluptuous ass. “Fuck,” I growled as my tongue continued to wrestle with hers. Uriel’s lips were now puffy and swollen and her eyes held tightly shut with those thick lashes. Feeling brave, my hand travelled farther until I was clearly passed where her underwear should be until I felt the thin lacy strip. Fuck, she was wearing some sort of undergarment that let her cheeks bounced as she walked.

The heat soaked into my sore muscles and the ache between my thighs started to ease almost immediately. "Oh god‚" I breathed‚ closing my eyes. "That's so good." "Good." I heard the rustle of fabric and opened my eyes. Thorne was pulling his sweatpants down. No underwear. Of course. He stepped out of them and stood there for a second and I let myself look because I'd earned that right at this point. Every line of his body was hard and defined‚ his abs tight‚ the V of his hips leading down to where his cock hung heavy between his thighs. Even soft‚ he was big enough to make me clench involuntarily.

I am Reema, a 20-year-old Indian girl with a body that drives men wild. My thick, creamy thighs and ample bosom strain against the confines of my tight saree, revealing every tantalizing curve. I live with my father-in-law, a paralyzed man with a perverted streak and a 10-inch cock that throbs with desire whenever he sees me.

"I'm sorry. I'll behave." Fred gave a satisfied nod, but shot her one last suspicious glance before he turned back to Mr Sharma who was still thumbing through the Funky Lady catalogue. "So... has anything caught your eye Mr Sharma?" Mr Sharma nodded slowly and showed Fred the page he was looking at. The picture was of a curvaceous brunette in a baby-blue matching bra and thong panties. The lingerie had a subtle pink floral design and there was a pink flower on the hip of the model's panties. It was quite beautiful.

I drove my fingers harder and deeper at the thought, my lower abdomen shuddering violently at the friction. “Ooh .yes.. shit..” I groaned, arching my back off the floor, imagining his handsome, severe face looking at me, calling me his dirty slutty student as he rammed his weight into me. “Ahh…ahh ..oohh.” My thighs vibrated uncontrollably as my vision went completely dark. The sudden, intense gush of hot liquid coating my fingers were exactly the release I needed. With a trembling hand, I killed the video, threw my headset on the bed and finally walked into the bathroom.

*Stefanie purrs sultrily, arrogant smirk widening as she strips naked, fair skin flushing, pink nipples hard on jiggling breasts, wide hips swaying as she gets on all fours doggystyle, jiggly round ass raised, tight pink anus visible, dripping plump pink cunt throbbing hungrily for cock. "Hide such dirty secrets no more, satisfy mommy's starving pussy... ram your hard cock deep in my wet married hole, fuck me raw till I cream everywhere, pound this cheating milf cunt senseless and make me scream for more." *She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling.*

Nerissa His hands grab at my half naked body, hungry to feel my soft, peach skin. The thud of the music from the main stage and seating area vibrates through the floor of the private booth we occupy on the mezzanine. The thick, black curtains are drawn tightly shut so no nosey passers by can look in and enjoy my glorious show for free. I slap his hands away hard but playfully, and I straddle his thigh skilfully, making sure the warmth of my crotch penetrates his boring suit trousers. My barely there purple lace thong struggles contain my cunt, the small triangle of cloth threatens to slide to the side and expose my all to this stranger.