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He rubs my clit roughly and I come hard clenching around him like a vice. He flips us and fucks me through it with savage thrusts until he releases another load deep inside me. Later he takes me against the floor-to-ceiling window. He presses my breasts against the cool glass and fucks me hard from behind while using the vibrating dildo on my clit. "Anyone could look up and see me claiming this wet pussy," he growls. "Does that turn you on Liora?" "Yes it does," I moan, pushing back. "Fuck me harder Darius. Let them see how much I love your big cock destroying me."

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

The friction on her clit felt so good she almost came right there. Professor Kane broke the kiss and looked down at her. His eyes were dark with lust. “Sit on the desk.” Sara did as he said, hopping up so her ass rested on the wooden surface. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and hooked his fingers into her panties. He pulled them down her legs and tossed them aside. Now she was bare in front of him. Cool air hit her hot, wet pussy, making her shiver. He dropped to his knees between her spread thighs. Sara’s heart raced. She looked down and watched as he leaned in. His breath brushed over her sensitive skin first, warm and teasing. Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe from her entran

Dean’s dark eyes burned into hers, the air between them thick with raw lust and the faint scent of his shower-fresh skin. Kara’s heart slammed against her ribs as he closed the last inch of space. His massive frame towered over her, heat radiating from his bare chest. His thick cock stood proud and heavy between them, the broad head already glistening with precum. She could smell him…clean musk mixed with pure male arousal…and it made her aching pussy clench hard, another gush of slick heat dripping down her inner thighs.

The assigned text, Bataille’s Erotism, was a descent into philosophical darkness. It spoke of the sacred and the profane, of violence as a gateway to ecstasy, of transgression as a necessary rupture of the mundane world. Elara read it in her small apartment, her body still sore and marked from the last session, the words resonating in her bones. She understood, now, that her thesis was not merely an academic exercise. It was a lived experience, a mapping of her own violation and transcendence.

Her cheeks burned red and she gripped the edge of the table. When her orgasm hit, it was powerful. Her pussy spasmed hard around my fingers, flooding them with warm wetness. She bit her lip so hard I thought she might draw blood, eyes squeezing shut as waves rolled through her. I kept fingering her through it, drawing out every tremor while pretending to reach for more wine. The risk, the secrecy, the way her body betrayed her for me; it all fed something dark and addictive inside my chest.

The pressure was dancing over my clit, causing me to press my thighs together. "That's enough," he countered. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "I want you to realize that even without my hands on you, I own your reactions. I am the current in your blood right now." He began to move his body against mine, a slow, grinding friction that was emphasized by the conductive net. Every time our skin met through the gaps in the mesh, the spark tripled in intensity. This was it. I was being electrocuted by desire.

She points to the bag," there's one more thing" Curiosity overwhelms my self restraint, so I put my hands into the bag and fish out another package. It is wrapped in a rectangular box. I open it and facepalm " Jesus, Valerie" " There'll be times when you'll miss your husband's dick. You'll need that" "A vibrator, really?" " Yes, really. Is it too small? Can't compare to your husband's?" Carlotta blocks both ears with her palms “ I’d rather not hear about my brother’s sex life, thank you very much”

It felt so filthy and yet so fucking hot. My arms slid around his neck, fingers locked tight, pulling him closer, moaning uncontrollably into his mouth. He claimed my lips completely, his tongue dominating mine. His fingers slid down to my swollen pussy and flicked my clit, making me moan louder against his lips. “You love this, don’t you?” He growled between kisses. I shuddered and nodded. “Yes…” “You love this black cock more than anything?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I do.”

he asked he’s voice low and sexy “Mhmm” I said, nodding maintaining eye contact with his dark eyes. “Fuck Bri, let me watch you touch yourself “ he says as he slides my red panties off my body. He brings it up slowly taking a sniff of them. I quickly spread my legs wider giving him a view, I pick up the pace rubbing faster, my eyes never leaving his. I arch my back into my fingers as pleasure shoots throughout my body. “Fuckk” I moan breathlessly as I feel heat building up in my stomach