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Her hand moved faster, her grip firming up. "I can't... you're... ugh... tsss... distracting me," he whispered to her, his face turning a deep red. He put the phone back to his ear. "Sorry, honey. I just... I dropped a pen. Go on." Vicky decided to raise the stakes. She shifted her weight, reaching down to pull her silk panties to the side. She guided him to her opening, the heat of his cock resting against her wetness. She slowly began to bury him inside herself, inch by inch.

She could be the daughter of a millionaire, but here she was, my little sl*t, ready to do anything to please me. Her hand squeezed me tighter, moving in perfect sync with her mouth, and I could not hold back any longer, and I unloaded myself inside of her. Vikki swallowed and chuckled slightly, standing up. She whipped her lips of the single drop of my sperm. " That was tasty," she whispered, licking her lips. " What else do you have for me?" Her eyes were filled with lust, reflecting my own. I knew I would be ready for her again in minutes. " Turn around." Vikki obeyed without a second thought. I pulled her closer and kissed her neck from behind, grabbing her breasts at the same time. I pul

Pregnant? "What?" Vicky said with shock, his eyes wide open. "I'm pregnant Vicky, I was scared to tell you...I thought you would leave me" she cried. "Is...i-is the baby..." she shook her head at Vicky's words. Vicky's bottom lip trembled as he hugged Sona tighter. "I'm so sorry" he cried in her neck.

"That ... that must have been my husband." "Your husband downloads p**n onto your computer?" Vic said after taking a swallow of the beer. "Well, he must have some hot fantasies about you," he went on and then tapped a key that brought up a photo of a woman bent over the arm of a couch getting fucked from behind while another guy held her head and had her mouth shoved all the way down over his cock.

Both sides of love have their flaws so should just stop comparing it and decide what we want, just like Vikas did and doing. He is moving with a frantic motion, fast and rigid. His hard cock moved in and out wildly much to her liking. His length was so wrapped with her inner pussy wall which is tight, and tight pussy is an amazing fuck. She didn't have much loss at her pussy hole because her mother give her an ayurvedic drink twice a month which extremely tighten her vaginal walls. So, that he never loses interest in her. The much better fucking the much time she could have with him.

I let myself be carried away by the sounds the woman made, and began to repeat them as I slid the vibrator through my entrance. My body began to arch in bed, as I felt on the edge of the world, looking at everything from above. I slid against the vibrator, pushing it up with one hand, and touching my clitoris with the other. Little by little I gave myself to that still blinding desire for the presence of Pablo. I was wondering how divine it would have been to share that moment with him. How nice it would have been to have him in my bed, when I had nothing else to do but watch cheap porn.

Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. Shock swallowed me whole. But the girl wasn’t satisfied. She kept striking where it hurt most. “As you can see, Kirill got tired of you and your babies rather quickly. He told me so himself… and proved it,” Aisha said triumphantly, burning me with her smug stare as I reached for the next photo. This one showed my husband in what looked like a hotel room—he and Aisha on white sheets, having sex. My heart skipped several beats; I felt like I was drowning.

Fatima's Pov I kept replaying Aisha's slick folds under my soft fingertips. How her legs shook when I circled her swollen clit, her eyes saying what her mouth couldn't. Such innocent face, wide eyes, flushed cheeks but she wasn't no damn saint. She thought she was slick watching p**n under her covers and I wouldn't notice? The insane part was from the groans and voice coming from the video, it wasn't soft p**n. It was hardcore, where women were held tightly, ass and pussy plunged by huge cocks while they cried.

His cock pistoned in her ass, raw and relentless, balls slapping her soaked skin. Vicky lost it. The burn, the pressure, the obscene stretch—it all crashed together. Taboo heat flooded her veins. She screamed, body convulsing, pussy spasming around the toy in violent waves. She squirted again—hot, messy jets soaking the dildo, dripping down her thighs, pooling on the tile. Her ass clenched around him like a fist, milking every thrust.

Girls twisted hard on the poles with their thongs soaked through, boobs bouncing wild, hips grinding rough against the shiny metal like they were fucking it. Rich dudes sat legs spread wide, fancy watches flashing on their wrists. Their cocks were rock-hard, bulging and straining against those expensive pants, looking ready to rip the zipper open any second. Emma pressed her lips right to my ear, breath hot. “Vicky’s at the bar.” Vicky Gavin looked like a straight danger wrapped in high heels. Platinum blonde hair, ice-blue eyes that could freeze you mid-step, black blazer hanging open like she didn’t give a fuck.