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I ran two fingers through her folds, coating them in her slickness, then pushed them inside without warning. “Fuck… so tight,” I groaned. “You’ve been saving this pussy for me, haven’t you?” “Yes… Dr Hale…” she whimpered, pushing back against my hand. I curled my fingers, stroking the spot that made her cry out. “Call me Marcus when my fingers are inside you.” “Marcus… please…” I added a third finger, stretching her while my thumb circled her swollen clit. She was dripping down my hands and the wet filthy sounds filled the library.

Tom fucked her with increasingly hard, forceful thrusts while Janice's fingers never relented in their skillful massage. Tom kissed his daughter, then kissed his wife, going back and forth until Brook's body was rocking with a series of hot orgasms. The clenching grip of the girl's incredibly tight pussy became more than he could withstand, and when Janice teased his asshole with a fingertip of her other hand, he exploded into his daughter's pussy with a dizzy gush of spurting cum.

The new angle made him hit even deeper. “Fuck yes,” he groaned, spanking my ass hard. “Look at this perfect ass bouncing on my cock. You’re mine now, Emma. Every summer night, every stolen minute—I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” He reached around and rubbed my oversensitive clit again while pounding into me. Another orgasm built fast. I buried my face in the pillow, moaning and whimpering shamelessly. “Ahhh… too much… ooooh Alex… I’m gonna come again…”

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

His balls slapped my chin softly with each thrust, the wet sounds filling the room—slurping, sucking, my muffled whimpers. *This is so wrong,* I thought, pussy clenching hard around nothing. *Alex would kill me. But God, it feels so good.* Slick dripped down my thighs, my clit throbbing with every bob of my head. Damien's groans were low, ragged, his cock pulsing on my tongue like it had a heartbeat. He pulled out suddenly, cock shiny with my spit, strings of saliva connecting us. "Enough," he said, voice strained. "On the desk."

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This work is a piece of fictional erotic entertainment. Any sexual activity in real life should always involve clear consent from all parties. •••••• I hate my boss, Julien Moreau. Yes, I hate him.

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

"God, Daniel, I want you so bad." A dark, satisfied smirk spread across his face, one that made my stomach do a complete flip. He didn't move away. Instead, he reached down, his large, warm hand sliding right under the hem of my denim skirt. I gasped as his fingers found exactly what they were looking for. Since I wasn't wearing any panties, there was no barrier. He slid two fingers deep into my soaking wet pussy, moving them in a slow, agonizing circle that made my knees buckle. I leaned my forehead against his chest, whimpering as he pulled his hand back out. He brought his glistening fingers right up to his own mouth, his eyes never leaving mine as he licked my pussy juice off them .

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."