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I let out, covering my mouth then i rushed down to my room with the phone in my hands. "I can't believe this",I gasped, taking the phone with me. As i sat on my bed i swiped to the next page and saw videos of my father masturbating, the size of his dick was so Long that i screamed. I went back to the previous video i was watching of him masturbating, then i connected the phone to my headset and began watching him groans.

“I have a feeling you would have me wrapped around your little finger, little doll.” Although I didn’t like the topic, I was glad for Vincento talking to me. It distracted me from everything that was going on around the club, and before I knew it, Vincento was opening a door and ushering me back behind the stage. “Vincento!” A beautiful, red-haired, tall woman said as she walked towards us, totally naked. I averted my eyes, suddenly taking a big interest in the wall. “Ginger,” Vincento grinned, looking her over, his eyes stopping right at her pussy. “New wax job?”

Vincent pulled my fingers into his wet and warm mouth and I felt a tingling sensation straight to my core and just then Finn spanked my ass hard causing me to yelp in pained pleasure. I heard someone laugh in the background but I wasn’t sure who because I was lost between the two men that surrounded me. “Suck my pussy please” I breathed and Vince wasted no time as he pulled me to the armrest of one of the sofas and pushed me against it. My sore ass immediately relaxed as it met with the cool armrest. Without warning grumpy Vince ripped my panties and lowered himself to the floor in between my thighs. He spread the lips of my pussy with his fingers and slowly traced his wet tongue over it.

Vince was taking his time with her breasts, taking one into his mouth while the other squeezed it, trapping her nipple in between two fingers. “Fuck, Vince…” she complained. “Put your fucking fingers to more use—Ohh! At least…warn me—hngh…” “I was merely granting your wish,” he replied cheekily as he pushed three whole fingers inside her. Serenity dug her claws into Vince’s shoulder, eyes dilating at the unexpected entry. “Fuck you! You didn’t even pre-” “I thought Hiro Vergara prepped you up already,” Vince remarked as he slowly pulled his fingers out, only to harshly push them in again as he curled them up at her entrance.

In her mind, Vince knelt before her, water slicking his hair as he looked up with those intense eyes. His mouth on her pussy, tongue flicking her clit before sucking it between his lips. She'd thread her fingers through his wet hair, guiding him as he licked deeper, tongue thrusting into her entrance, tasting her arousal mixed with the soap. 'Vince,' she whispered, the name a gasp as her fingers plunged inside, two at once, curling to hit her G-spot.

Vincent made his ingress upon the point of no return. As he unbuttoned the woman’s jeans, slipped a hand down the front of her, and raked his middle finger along her dampened underwear, he found he could barely manage to stifle a low groan. His heart sunk as she gripped his arm for dear life. Ignoring the pull of reason, he indulged the desire he had no strength to turn from; slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear, traced her length, and began ringing the devil's doorbell. “Do you feel that?” his words came in a groan.

Vincent shot at me, quickly turning his head away from me so he won't catch even a glimpse of every single curve and crevice that composes my womanhood. "What? You are fucking gay right? You don't have anything to do with this body-yadee-yadee" I shot back at him solely thinking that I want to get out of this body-hugging shit that I am on for almost sixteen hours and just let my body breathe some air after that trouble I got myself into. I comfortably unhooked my bra successfully releasing two of my best friends for the world to see. Vincent is gay anyway, and he'll be okay with being alone in a room with a naked woman. "Yeah but I still don't want to see it" Vincent replied, sounding disgu

When they broke apart Ethan rested his forehead against Vincent’s. “I don’t know what the fuck this is with you,” he said quietly, “but I’m enjoying it.” Vincent’s thumb brushed Ethan’s jaw. “Me too.” Then he was gone, door clicking shut behind him. Ethan locked it, flipped the deadbolt, and sank into the desk chair. He opened a private browser tab, typed “gay bareback” into the search bar, and clicked the first video that loaded, two muscular men, one dark-haired like Vincent, the other leaner like himself.

Martin said in a whispery tone as he started pulling off his shorts. He went close to Anabel and abruptly kissed her, laying her back on the bed with one of his hands behind her waist. Martin laid with his side beside her, his index finger sliding inside her p**sy. Finger-fucking her, his teeth and tongue on her nipples brought pleasure to her as she moaned, rubbing her cl*t. Then Martin climbed on top of her, his d**k slid into her seamlessly. As they f**ked, the breath from their moans touched their faces. Martin kissed Anabel's lips like he lost his mind.

It hadn't even crossed my mind. I was having unprotected sex with a guy I barely knew, and what's worse? I didn't care. He felt too good inside me, and I swear, I really didn't want to compare him with Vince—but I did. I hated it. I hated it that thoughts of Vince suddenly pierced through the aroused fog in my brain. Every thrust reminded me of him. Every groan, every moan. I tried so hard not to moan out that forbidden dirty word. I didn't know how much Darren was into the 'daddy' kink. I didn't want to weird him out.