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“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

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I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress. The faintest grin crossed Nathan’s face. “You need some kind of pleasure in your life. I can’t give it to you. Not like this. Remember all the fun we used to have? All the sexy shit we used to do.” A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Nathan in healthier times. Our love life had never been an issue. No matter how broken we were, or how petty the argument, our sex life was something that never suffered. Sometimes we would fight over the smallest of things just to end up fucking like rabbits. It was a miracle I didn't get pregnant.

She felt the hot flood inside her, another man’s claim mixing with the first. As she lay there panting, shuddering through the aftershocks, Sasha’s climax reached its peak. Kael was hammering into her ass with unstoppable force. “Come for me, Sasha,” he growled, gripping her shoulders. Sasha’s cry was sharp, a dagger of pleasure. Her body tightened, then convulsed. Kael held her through it, then drove his own release into her with a final, ground-out groan. For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air.

Now lost to her pleasures, Yasmine continued fucking herself, unable to contain her moans and groans. It wasn't until she was done that she realized the cou9le in the other room had stopped, and she could only hear the whispers coming from their room. “I think she's alone and having sex with just herself!” Yasmine's eyes widened in horror. Had she just been caught masturbating?! Author's Note: The F1 series will continue soon, guys. I just wanted to toss this in. Apologies for the long wait. Thank you for reading.

Third fucking orgasm. Fucking hell, I have never in all my years of having sex met a man who is as generous as this man that I know absolutely nothing about. Most of the men I fuck have the stamina of a fucking sloth, and they would cum once and decide they’ve done a million fucking years of labor. And don’t even get me started on the sizes of their cock, Morningstar’s cock makes all their cocks look like dwarves, and I don’t mean individually, I mean combined.

My pussy began to clamp down on his thick dick, pulsing violently as a massive wave of an orgasm hit me, making me squirt all over his thighs while I screamed his name. Hearing my undone cries, Julian lost his mind. He let out a loud, animalistic roar, driving himself into me three more times with terrifying power, before burying his dick to the absolute root. His entire body shook as he came, shooting a massive, boiling hot load of cum deep inside me, filling my tight pussy to the very brim.

Taking her small hand in his, he pressed her palm against the bulge in his jeans. Breaking the kiss, his grip on her hair tightened as he forced her down to her knees. He leaned back against the kitchen counter, the position mirroring her vulnerability. With a swift motion, he unzipped his jeans, freeing his hard dick. It sprang out, the head flushed purple and already leaking pre-cum. The musky scent filled the air, making Nova’s mouth water despite her inexperience. "You want me to put it in my mouth?" she asked in a hesitant tone, her eyes wide as she stared at the impressive length.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

My back arches as he sucks my clit, and I stretch my arms up over my head, filling my lungs with air as my orgasm comes crashing down on me. My hips twist, grinding against his face as wave after wave of pleasure rock me. Back when I worked at the diner, some of the older women used to tell me that married couples eventually get tired of having sex with each other. “You just get used to it,” they would tell me. Maybe that’s true for some people, but for me and Malcolm? Never. If anything, our lust for each other has grown. We can’t keep our hands off each other, which is a bit of a problem now that we have our little baby boy running around the house.