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I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

"Oh, my GOD! It feels so good! Oh, my GOD! I've never done this in front of anyone, Elliot! Oh, my GOD! I am so hot! I want to do it, Elliot. I don't want to wait any more . . . " "That's good," he whispered, touching the back of her neck, watching her masturbate, stunned by the young girl's beauty and innocence - and the level of her passion. He massaged her neck and scalp as the teenager finger- fucked herself to delirium. "That's good - that's a good girl, Melissa - make yourself cum - make yourself cum again." Eyes glazed with pleasure, she turned the chair and looked up into Elliot's intenseness. Legs spread wide, a finger under the edge of the crotch of her thong, she licked large nipp

Or maybe she just stopped caring about everything except the friction building between her thighs. The video looped again. The girl on the screen bit her lip and winked at the camera, and she imagined it was just for her. She rubbed her hard clit harder. The tension in her body coiled tight, and every nerve buzzed. She imagined her hands weren’t her own—softer, more curious. She imagined the girl crawling over her, whispering, “Can I taste you?” She imagined her tongue, warm and slow, her moans vibrating against her pussy.

I took a deep breath and pulled up the stool, sitting carefully and leaning in to get the focus again. The girl's room, like Kyle and I watched. But it's not the brother and sister having sex, it's just the girl. She's over eighteen, but not by much and she's petite. I hadn't noticed that before. She's on her bed, naked, masturbating, looking at her TV. The curtain is pulled just enough to block my view of the screen. It must be p**n because the little blonde is fucking herself hard with a Rabbit. The blond was a small girl, but she had big breasts. Her tawny pussy hair was trimmed. On her back, a pillow under her butt, one leg down, the other up, giving me a perfect view of her swollen and

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

Alex growled—my boyfriend—thrusting up into her, and I just stood there in the doorway, frozen solid, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, betrayal twisting in my gut like a knife, pain shooting through me as I watched them on my own bed, the sheets all tangled and sweaty from what they’d been doing. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, her ass bouncing as she rode him hard, like she was trying to milk every last drop out of him, her tits jiggling with every slam down. I’d never seen Tyla like this, all wild and slutty, her face flushed, mouth open in these loud, needy moans that echoed in my ears. He reached up, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them r

Etta rose from the bath, dripping suds as Zia backed away, laughing. The naked girls embraced in a hungry kiss, their tongues dueling as their naked soapy skin slithered and rubbed enticingly. Etta's tiny tits pressed into Zia's larger, rounded breasts and rigid nipples rubbing sensuously in erotic circles. Exploring fingers urgently skimmed over slippery, naked bodies, probing, caressing, delving into every crack and crevice. Zia pushed Etta towards the bed. The girls collapsed, moaning and giggling as their legs scissored, cunts pressed firmly together in an obscene vaginal kiss. "I want to fuck you," Zia breathed, pressing her soft lips to Etta's ear, nibbling, and then extending her poin

The fabric was rough against her sensitive skin, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Camila’s other hand moved to her breast, squeezing gently as she imagined Gonzalez’s strong hands roaming over her body. She could almost feel the weight of his gaze, her fingers deftly unbuttoned her pants, and she slipped her hand inside, her touch light and teasing as she explored her own wetness. She leaned her head back against the wall, her eyes closing as she gave in to the sensations. Her fingers found her clit, circling and rubbing with a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro