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"When I was finished he asked me to pull down my jeans but not my panties. I unsnapped my jeans and slipped them down my thighs. He took out his very hard cock from his drenched pants and pulled me down on his lap. His cock slid past my wet panties and split open my pussy, plunging deep into my steamy fuck hole. "I lifted up and slammed down on his cock again and again. His pee-soaked pants and my drenched panties made wet squishing sounds each time I impaled myself down his length. He reached around and rubbed my clit. An orgasm exploded from my pussy and then another. He pushed me off him and said he wanted me to suck his cock.

Needed her under me. She let out this sharp little cry—breathless, and needy. Back arched high. Her thighs opened wide around my hips. Her wetness soaked through my trousers, burning hot against my skin. I hooked fingers in her panties and pulled it slow—lace stuck to her before sliding down trembling thighs. I threw them hard. Heard the wet slap somewhere on the floor. Now she was completely open. Bare and dripping. The scent of her hit me strong—musky, and sweet, all her. My mouth watered bad as my cock throbbed in my pants really painful.

She felt herself swell in her shorts, and her body seemed to move forward. “Like what you see,” he teased. Fuck, she thought. She paused, bit her lip, and looked again at his cock. She was now truly wet and very swollen. Before she could think, she had undone her buttons and was slipping off her tight jeans. They were so tight that they dragged her panties down with them. She looked down and saw that her panties were soaked with pre-cum and excitement. She stepped out of her jeans and felt his deep eyes on her. She heard his strong voice: "Nice, sweet pussy."

Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.

He rubbed it until he saw a wet spot on it. She was feeling something strange when he rubbed her from her panties. She can feel the wetness on her panties and get embarrassed. Oh God, what's happening with her body. He grabbed the hem of her panties and removed it from her body and threw it. He looked at her in disbelief. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was the definition of perfection. A handful of boobs, narrow waist, wide hips, and a perfect pussy. He stared at her cleaned shaved pussy which she covered immediately when she saw him staring.

Elena’s POV Tell me… should I close my legs and pretend that my panties is not hanging around my ankles like the slut I am? Or play the superwoman, grab the soaked thong and dip it in my purse while the ‘fucking’ god himself watches? Or maybe I should take my panties, sniff it in and run my tongue along the wet area… Say I go further and spread my legs so he sees how wet and sloppy the real pot is. Shit! Shit!!

My clit feels tender as hell, still tingling as I crawl back to the bed and climb up. I position myself exactly as he wants me, cheek flat to the duvet and knees spread wide. I wonder how wet and swollen my pussy looks from behind, after the fucking he’s given me. I clench my ass over and over, trying to entice him.

Hair in a low, messy knot, strands escaping like she’s already been fucked. She doesn’t wear panties. She promised. She writes “Crashaw – The Weeper” on the board. Bends just enough to write low. The skirt rides up in back. Jesus Christ. A flash of bare skin. The lower curve of her ass. The shadowed split between her cheeks. No fabric. Nothing. Just her. My cock floods instantly, thickening so fast it aches. Pre-cum beads and soaks straight through the sweatpants in seconds, a dark circle spreading at the tip.

Utterly displayed for us. Underneath the tight black skirt, she was wearing a pair of white silk panties, that had a small pool of wetness right at her core. She teased her boobs with one hand while the other ghosted on her most intimate part. Her eyes were pinched closed, her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. I was so fucking turned on. So hard! "Does watching her pleasuring herself with the thoughts of either one of us turn you on?" Hardin breathed in my ear before lurching at it with his lips. I moaned deep shifting my hips so that I was sitting ontop of his bulge. I rotated my hips slightly.

The urge to tear her pants off and fuck her hard right now was strong. "I like crazy ones,” She whispered seductively. My eyes blazed with desire hearing her words. It was enough to encourage me. I sat back and grabbed the gown to yank it down. Fuck! She was wearing matching white panties, which barely covered her lower treasure. It was soaked with her precum telling how turned on she was. My lips curved up in a smirk and I looked up to see her red face. “You are so fucking wet for me, my love." I whispered huskily as I yanked off her panties, making her gasp.