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Now, I want him because I'm ready to accept Vince completely. His hand slides between my legs, and I feel his finger at my entrance. I expect the same thing he did in the bathtub, but instead, he slides his finger inside me. A low growl leaves his lips once he's all the way in, and though I'm still confused as to how everything is supposed to go down, he slowly withdraws his finger and slides it back in. I close my eyes and try to relax; I know when my body is tense, it hurts even more, no matter what. "You're so wet," Vince growls. My eyes immediately pop open and meet his. Once again, I see his eyes shift between colours. "Just lay back, relax, and enjoy it, I need to stretch you a little

Since I am already a certified gissipwr, I asked again. "So, does Ma'am Rebecca know him?" I turned to him again and examined his serious face busy driving. "E -Eh, t- those girls with you earlier ... does Ma'am Rebecca know that?" The bottom of my lip almost bled from being bitten. My body hairs grew when I heard his cold voice as he braked. "Mind your own bussiness, teacher." I swallowed and stopped talking. I was ashamed of this demon again. Why am I infected with Aling Wency? Damn, those gossips don't have a good effect on me.

Then he stared back at Vincent. “I am a virgin,” I read Vincent’s reply through his mouth. Slyvester took his hands off my ears after Vincent answered the question. “Oh, sh*t. Is it real? Woah,” Chaylen responded in disbelief as if he was enjoying this kind of topic. “Do you want to experience it? I know a lot of pretty girls.” Vincent suddenly kicked the jar. It flew to Chaylen and hit his thigh. The impact was slightly hard, seeing how Chaylen winced after the attack.

I say, opening the door behind me. “I haven't had sex in a year,” Vincent tells me. “Me neither, let's see if we remember how to do it,” I pull him in, and we start undressing each other. I pull my dress up and he lowers his pants. “Menopause yet?” He asks. “Yep,” I answer. “Great, no condom,” He lines up and we go at it, hot, fast, and hard. “Vincent, fuck, wow,” I moan, holding his shirt as he thrusts into me.

His weight pressed forward, heavy and imposing, then he reached out, his calloused fingers gripping my inner thighs and spreading my legs wide, pinning them down firmly against the leather cushions. “You talk too much when you’re nervous,” Vincent murmured, his voice a dark, raspy growl as his hands slid higher, making direct contact with my bare skin. “I’m not nervous, Vincent,” I hissed back, my breath hitching as his fingers trailed closer to the center of my pussy. “I’ve waited just as long as you have. Don’t pretend you’re the only one who ever wanted this.” “Then prove it,” he commanded softly. I chuckled, “If you let me, then I'll definitely prove it to you, old man.”

Bernice got bored of the cigarette burns and decided to upgrade. "Strip her" The men looked at her and then at each other. It didn't matter how much Vinca struggled; they were three men, and she was bound on the seat. They then laid her on a dirty table and pinned her hands down. They had no idea what the boss wanted to do, but they were men, so they were already aroused. She had ordered for the rod to be heated up again. Taking the hot iron rod, she placed it on Vinca's stomach and there arose the stench of burnt flesh. Vinca couldn't handle the pain and blacked out.

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Her hips rolled, chasing the pleasure, breath coming in those little gasps that made my blood rush south. I knew her. Not personally, but I'd jerked off to her videos more times than I cared to admit. Tiffany Voss. The Tiffany Voss—porn star who'd vanished from the industry six months ago amid some scandal. Here she was, next door, fucking her own fingers like she needed it bad. Her body tensed, thighs quivering as she came, a sharp cry escaping her lips. She didn't stop, riding it out, then slowing, chest heaving.

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

he murmured, voice already rough. “I’m thinking about how long it’s been since we’ve had more than stolen moments.” I shifted in the seat, parting my thighs slightly in invitation. Vincent didn’t need more encouragement. He popped the button of my jeans with one hand, sliding the zipper down. His fingers slipped inside my panties, finding me already slick. “Always so ready for me,” he praised, circling my clit with slow, deliberate strokes. “I want you to come before we reach the gates.”