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I heard him groan through the phone. "That wet already?" "Yes, Father." "Say it properly." "Yes... Father Elias." "Good girl. Now rub your clit, slowly. Pretend it's my tongue. You want that again, don't you?" I moaned, my hips moving against my fingers, my forehead hitting the mirror. "Yes... I need it—need you." "You'll get it. But not before you come, right now, with your fingers. I want to hear it." My breaths turned into gasps. My fingers moved faster. The ache building from the moment I walked into the restroom now burned hot and ready.

my cock. He was loving it. I was loving it. I flipped him over and pushed his legs back to his head. I was going to give him a prostate massage, I flipped him up, put a pillow under his back and slowly pushed in, feeling around. I saw his face light up and kept short strokes up until he started moaning louder. I kept rubbing his prostate with my cock head until he screamed "What the fuck is going on? This feels so fucking good!!" I smiled back and said "You're gonna cum on my cock, aren't you?" He looked at me and said "I dont know, this feels so much different." I stroked his hole a little bit faster, looked him in the eyes and said "Cum for me." He moaned for a few seconds looked back and

Like he had dreamed of this for months. He was making broad strokes, teasing flicks, and those soft sucks on my clit that made me cry out. And then he pushed two fingers inside me, no warning at all, and none needed, and he knows how to curve them just right to hit my G-spot! My back arched off the bed. My hands gripped the sheets. “Aiden. . . fuck! ohshit! Oh fuck, Aiden” He grinned against my cunt. “That’s right. Say my name.”

His fingers spread my lips, his tongue flicking my clit in fast, merciless strokes. I sucked the coordinator's fat cock harder, hollowing my cheeks and letting my throat relax to take him even deeper. His hips buck, his moans filling the room. "Fuck, I'm gonna come," he warns. I pulled away, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his tip. "Not yet," I echoed Gerald's words, grinning. I turned around, positioning myself on all fours, presenting my wet cunt and ass to both of them. Gerald's hand slapped my ass cheek.

"A-AHHH!" A long, powerful squirt shot out from me, arching into the air. "That's it! Look at that!" Jax cheered, his voice loud and triumphant. Both he and Kael laughed, their palms coming down to slap my cheeks in a playful, degrading rhythm. I collapsed back onto Dante’s dick, my body a trembling wreck, but the pace didn't stop. Dante kept thrusting, his groans filling the room. Kael moved to my mouth, stroking himself against my lips, while Jax used both hands to massage my breasts. My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion.

My best friend Jade and I have been having sex to avoid getting pregnant. We didn’t want to end up a trailer park cliché, pregnant teen. But we needed sex. So we had sex with each other. It's great, but I’ve always felt like it wasn’t enough. Like I need to have a cock in me. I’ve never had sex with a man, so I don’t know. I’m pondering all this as Jade and I french kiss, naked, our boobs smashing together as I lie on top of her. We’re both 18, we just graduated from high school a few weeks ago, the threat of pregnancy doesn’t seem so scary now. Maybe that’s why I’ve been contemplating fucking a man lately. I think about it to turn myself on as my fingers travel down Jade’s body to her pussy

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

"Your brother is right upstairs. You want him to hear how wet his little sister's pussy is for his best friend?" Doe moaned against his palm, pushing her ass back to meet every rough stroke. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the garage. Hero fucked her like he was angry about how much he needed it, hips snapping forward with raw force, balls slapping against her clit. He pulled his hand away just long enough for her to gasp out, "Then fuck me quieter, Daddy. Or don't. I don't care if he hears."

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

Make it as erotic as possible because I need my cock as hard as a rock. Me: Are you mad at me? Jayden: Obviously… Or should I take this sexting stuff to my girlfriend? My face fell, and I didn't realize I had typed the word and hit send. Me: No. Jayden: Good girl. Now spread your legs for me so I can get my hard cock in there… Virtually, of course. Me: They're open for you. Jayden: Touch your folds while I touch my huge dick, baby. Me: I'm doing that, and it feels so good.