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I swear in my state if anyone came in and I were fully clothed, they would think I was sick. Now I've always loved a fuck that made me lose my breath, the one that made me so fucking tired, the one that would make me not walk properly. I never truly got it with my husband, and I always thought a man with a huge dick and high sex drive had to do that to you when all it took was a deodorant bottle and a cam girl. Yes, that's what she said she was called. “Fuck.” I placed my legs down as I felt air enter my pussy. I sat up and pulled down my pants and then the panties even though they both were wet; even the floor was wet. I've never squirted like that before.

Susan wore simple cotton panties, white and virginal, a stark contrast to the raw desire that now consumed her. Kayla’s fingers, hot and insistent, hooked into the waistband of Susan’s panties, pulling them down slowly, deliberately. Susan watched, mesmerized, as the fabric slid down her thighs, revealing the dark, moist triangle between her legs. A sweet, musky scent, uniquely female, filled the air. “God, you’re already so wet for me, aren’t you?” Kayla’s voice was a low growl, her eyes devouring the sight. She leaned in, her nose brushing against Susan’s pussy, inhaling deeply. “Mmm, smells so good. So sweet.”

I step back, letting go of her breast, knowing I'll never touch it again. Kate is standing, her soaked panties still at midthigh. We're both sweating and shaking. Kate takes a deep breath, "Dirty Charlie. We can never do that again." She looks down, runs her finger through the mess in her panties, looks up at me, "Jaysus, do you always cum like that?" I laugh, now self-conscious about my nakedness, looking for my towel as Kate pulls those cotton panties back up, "I may never wash these." She says, smiling.

“Show me that virgin pussy, baby.” I obeyed, cheeks burning with shame and arousal. My thighs parted slowly, knees bending, until I was open for him—for all of them. Cool air kissed my overheated skin, and I could feel how soaked I was. The thin fabric of my panties clung to me, translucent with my wetness, the outline of my swollen lips and the dark little patch of hair clearly visible. I knew every man in the room could see it. The thought made me clench, another rush of slick heat flooding out of me.

My pussy juice had spilled down my leg when I came, so I awkwardly cleaned myself up with toilet paper. Once I was recovered more or less, I also wrung out my panties while they were wrapped in toilet paper to try and make them less damp, but after putting them on, I could still feel their humiliating wetness. Usually I loved sex. I loved coming; but the constant reminder by these wet panties that my son's cock had gotten me horny was too much to bear, so I took them back off. Instead, I hid the sexy wet thong in my purse and went to the sink to wash my hands and legs. Unfortunately, a mother with her child came in, so all I could do was wash my hands thoroughly, hoping that would be enough

I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance. I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat. Damon. His name pulsed through my chest again. I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then shoved them into the trash like they were evidence. Another knock. Louder this time. “You dead in there or just drowning in your own cum?” one of the girls laughed from outside.

I did so without question. A lady with a posh white dress came over. She dropped her knickers to the floor and stepped out of them. She then proceeded to stand over me her legs spread wide over my face. I clearly see her cunt which was bald and completely shaven. Her pussy was tight and perfectly formed. She hoisted up her dress and then relieved herself. The droplets of pee landed on my face. It certainly smelt and tasted different like a bad white wine. I licked my lips. Droplets ran down my face and began to dampen the carpet. The woman laughed before making herself look respectable and picking up her wine. Two ladies took their turn next. A small crowd had gathered around and were watchi

My fingers pushed her panties aside, and I inserted two fingers into her without warning. She shrieked at the invasion, her hands flew to her mouth to shuffle her sounds. I began thrusting in and out of her through her wetness , adrenaline coursed through my body at our forbidden act. I was fingering my girlfriend's mother, with my girlfriend sleeping right next to us.

The air in the office was thick, heavy with the scent of sex and the heavy, humid heat of three women breaking every vow they had ever taken. "Let's cum together," Colette growled, her voice a primal command. "Yeah... ugh, fuck," Claire wailed, unable to hold back any longer. "I'm cumming too…fuck, I'm cumming too!" Joan declared, her voice rising to a frantic, broken sob as she drove her own fingers into her own pussy, faster and harder, her body arching in sync with the other two. The three women collapsed into a single, writhing mass of sensation.

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.