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There towering above me was the entire team, naked and wet. The scrum half made her way to the front. She was small and nimble. Her breasts were practically non-existent, but she had a cute ass and tight neatly trimmed pussy. She had short blonde hair, green emerald eyes, and was wearing nothing but a smile and a rather large pink strap-on. She stood over me. The other ladies giggled as she lowered herself down, removed the vibrator, and entered me. Fuck, she was good. You could tell she was a sportswoman. She had great stamina and barely broke a sweat.

The position left her waist directly at my eye level, and with her spread legs and how non-existent her skirt was, I could see a dark, wet spot right in the center of her crimson panties. "It was just like this," she said, as she brought two of her fingers between her legs and began rubbing that spot. Zoey's eyes closed as her breathing picked up, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her fingers and how the wet patch was slowly getting larger. "What were you doing as you imagined this?" she asked, eyes still closed.

The extreme eroticism of my voyeuristic encounter made it feel less invasive because they couldn’t see me and more sexual because it made me free to explore this fetish I discovered. I peaked and gazed out the window. The black woman stood up and waddled down the stranger’s slick, muscular body. His body shone with the heat from their encounter. The woman spread her legs wide and lowered herself onto the erect shaft that glimmered from her saliva. She jerked and strained to not scream out, as the large, thickened shaft vanished deep within her.

Her scream is hot against his palm, a vibrating roar that speaks of utter surrender, of profound, unbidden pleasure. That’s the truth: she wants it. The undeniable proof of her body, the raw, visceral response, screams it louder than any denial from her lips. Her hips grinding against him, the wetness between her legs, the shattering climax—it all speaks a truth that cannot be denied. Her eyes say no, wide and filled with tears of humiliation and rage, a desperate plea for escape. But her cunt says yes, throbbing and sensitive, a testament to her undeniable arousal.

Her fingers grazed her breasts, teasing the hardened tips of her nupples before sliding lower, tracing down her stomach to the opening between her thighs. Damien’s breath caught. His trousers tightened painfully, the ache nearly unbearable. He wanted to just bang the door open and bend her over and fuck the living hell out of her body but it was against his work description. He has never felt this way for any model before,it was always posing,drawing and paying off. She gasped softly, her hand moving in slow circles, her legs quivering as she touched herself. Her reflection in the mirror revealed everything, her flushed face, her parted lips, the way her eyes fluttered shut as though she wer

The thrill of their collective dominance, the taboo of this sacred orgy, pulsed through me, my clit throbbing despite the exhaustion, a testament to the insatiable desire they’d awakened. The raven-haired leader rose, her crimson robe slipping to the floor, revealing her naked form, her breasts full and nipples hard. “The caress begins,” she announced, her voice a sultry command, guiding me to a larger velvet-draped platform in the center of the room. The silver-haired woman followed, her sheer gown discarded, her slender body glistening with oil, a mischievous glint in her eye as she carried a tray of toys—vibrators, dildos, and a double-ended strap-on. The brunette, her curls wild, shed he

Her cry echoed through the room. Sienna leaned down, kissing her as Ezra moved. It was filthy and slow. Deep strokes. Jade writhed beneath them. Then Sienna moved lower, licking between Jade’s breasts, down her stomach, until her mouth joined Ezra’s rhythm. Kisses on her thighs. Light sucks on her clit. Jade shattered. Her orgasm rolled through her like a thunderstorm. Ezra kept going. Sienna moaned like she’d felt it too. When Jade came down, panting, she looked at them both.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

“Always.” Erotica 2.