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“Look at the holy healer, fucking herself on my cock. You love it. You love being my corrupted little whore.” “Yes!” she screamed, the profanity feeling like a liberation. “I love it! I love your cock inside me!” Her orgasm built, a tidal wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He felt it too, his control fraying. “Cum for me, Amara,” he commanded, his voice raw. “Cum all over my corrupting cock. Mark yourself as mine.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re drenched. This tight little cunt is weeping for your brother-in-law’s dick.” Two thick fingers plunged inside her without warning, curling to stroke that sensitive spot that made her see stars. Elena cried out, hips bucking back as he finger-fucked her with filthy precision. The wet, obscene sounds filled the office—squishing, slapping, her juices coating his hand. “You like that, huh? Being used like a whore on my desk.” He added a third finger, stretching her. “Imagine if someone walked in right now. Seeing you bent over like this, pussy spread for me.”

You are having one of the best orgasms of your life but you want more, need more. When part one is over the men move away and smile, two of them wipe their mouths. As the men move out from between your open thighs you see the most beautiful man you have ever seen. As you look from his handsome face down his strong young well built body you see the biggest and longest and hardest cock you have even seen.

he ordered. Pamela was unable to speak since her breath was really short. This was not what she planned for her and her father’s best friend but the experience was the most erotic she had ever been through. Pamela had pictured them tangled in a comfortable soft bed, making passionate love slowly rather than leaned over a piano. He easily thrusted two fingers into her dripping cunt and unzipped his pants. Then, he grabbed his dick and began massaging it between the cheeks of her ass up and down.

Like to what? Her pressing back into me, my cock in her ass crease. "You know. Watch. Watch my son fuck me." My life, in a few months, from normal to this, "Yes, I want to watch your son put his hard cock in his mother's pussy and fuck her." She groans, moves, lining me up, "I can tell you from experience, it's incredibly erotic. Watching the wrongness, the taboo." "Should I fuck you now?" "Oh Dan, yes. I need your cock."

to the door. Then I carefully sat across from him. I noticed him looking me up and down. I squeezed my legs together, fearful that the evidence of my arousal might be coating my inner thighs if I wasn’t careful. At that moment I silently chastised myself. A wave of guilt washed over me. After all, I was here to purge myself of these feelings, not relish in them. The Father finished his phone call and seemed to look me over for a moment before he started. “You’re right on time. Sexual thoughts and masturbation are quite normal, Megan. However, what you described to me seems perhaps an unhealthy interest in sex. Prurient in the most sinful of ways. This can lead to further fornication and pro

Sofia opened a heavy door and let him step inside first. The soundproof booth was quiet the moment the door clicked shut behind them. Thick velvet seats faced a giant screen that was already rolling silent black-and-white footage. It was an art-house erotica film she had directed the year before. Slow, sensual shots of bodies moving together, hands sliding over skin, mouths open in silent moans. Sofia dimmed the lights until the room was bathed in the soft glow from the screen. She sat down in the wide velvet seat in the center, legs spread comfortably. She patted her lap.

Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ --- Priya Walsh was dreaming again. She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake. Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.

“Oh my God…” She presses on, her eyes holding mine, her voice raw. “So I suggest you just do as they say. Honestly, it’s not like it will kill you.” Her next words slice me open. “It’s just pleasure, Anita.” I recoil, my lips trembling. She continues, her tone strangely matter-of-fact, almost rehearsed. “I mean, you’ve already been with him once. And… he is very good in that aspect. He knows how to give women pleasure, the kind they can’t forget. That’s why they keep coming back. I’ve… I’ve lived with it for two years now. So, no, it won’t kill you. It won’t hurt you. And he’s very clean—trust me. No diseases, nothing to worry about. And he’s generous. Very generous. If you satisfy him, he’l