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"Moving quickly, he pulled back the side of my panties to reveal my swollen pussy, which he fingered deftly, moving slowly, then faster as we slipped into a rhythm and my legs spread involuntarily. Working my clit with one finger, he moved another finger over and into me, slipping it in and out as I struggled to stay upright."
"They surrendered to one other. Andre entered her with gusto. His cock had a mission but he continued with slow, deep thrusts and listened to her moans. She sensed he tried to decipher the meaning of her moans by the way he paced his movements with her rocking hips. He let her guide him. Salty sweat from his forehead dropped down his face into Maria's parted lips. "More!" she begged."
"The orgasm slammed into her. When she would have told him to stop, when she would have said she was too sensitive to take any more, she couldn’t speak. His teeth settled lightly on her clit and his tongue flicked it back and forth, fast and then faster. He slipped a hand down her thigh and one finger deep into her pussy. Long thrusts, in and out. He licked her faster and sometimes harder, and finally with a light touch that sent her over the edge one more time. She screamed, and he groaned in approval."
"Angelina moved the chair to face him and sprawled herself in as sexy of a position as she could. Bare breasted, shimmering with sweat, her necklace danced between her cleavage when she leaned back on the arm rest, right arm extended on the back of the chair, one leg draped over the other arm rest and the other leg lengthened out to her side. Only her black panty hid what she knew he came for."
"He pushed his cock so hard against me that it actually hurt yet I didn’t want him to stop. As Fidelio’s hands descended along my waist toward my thighs, Danny’s hands took his place cupping my breasts. He reached into my dress and pulled at my engorged nipples, causing me to squeal. His touch was far rougher than usual. I didn’t know if it was the result of his enormous passion, or punishment for allowing Fidelio to touch me, but I didn’t care."
"Before Helena could take a breath, Antonio exchanged places with the other man who had just climaxed with Helena and thrust his own hardness inside. She could bear no more and begged for a rest, but Antonio refused and continued with fierce passion. Helena's pussy was still wet, burning, and confused between wanting more and wanting it to end."
"Before I hung up the phone I whispered, “I expect a rollicking performance when you fuck my husband, dear.” My voice trembled slightly, hiding the theatricality of my performance. Yet I had undeniably aroused myself; I could feel a delicate invasion of moisture in my panties and I lowered the phone to briefly play with my clit, summoning the delicious image of the act to come."
"At first, I was just showing off for him, rolling my nipples between my fingers, licking my thumbs to stroke them over the sensitive tips. But soon enough, I let one hand creep between my legs beneath the cover of the water, just as if he’d never come to interrupt me. Except, of course, there was a real man sitting across from me, his face suspended in the ghostly vapors hovering over the bath. From his hooded eyes and faint grimace, I knew he was touching himself, too, lost in his own dream."
"Without interruption, she lifts an ankle, dangles it over the growing sword in his pants and plants it on the other side of the chair, landing this stunning collection of curves on his lap. His teeth lock in a violent clench; his arms flail, unsure of what to reach for. But Consuelo cuts and trims away, as if unaware of the tempest she has unhinged, as if that maddeningly rhythmic sway of her hips – locked in promising contact with his – was only an accident."
"There were at least 20 women pushing in at one another trying to get a taste of my Master. I tried to hold my ground. I looked up at him and saw his eyes roll to the back of his head. It was a sight I had never seen before. I didn’t know if he was in excruciating pain or pleasure but he seemed to have lost all of his ability to hold his composure at that moment."