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"With my cock out of my pants, I pulled her off the couch and onto the floor with me, and I crushed myself onto her firm, wiggling body, feeling her breasts through her turtleneck. I began grinding my bare cock into the soft front of her old denims. I grabbed her sensitive feet, using them as magical handles now, to anchor us."
"He saw it all in his mind, vividly, opening the door, his already swollen cock rubbing against that amazingly fine ass, cupping his hands around her breasts, his fingers gently massaging her nipples. He imagined her turning to him, the coarseness of her dirty blonde bush brushing against his cock, her eyes looking up into his and taking him in her hands, working him to an even more engorged state."
“Look up! Look at the camera!” she commands. Stefan clicks away for as long as he can, but soon shudders overtake him, and he releases his orgasm down my throat. Jane is not pleased. She wanted to watch. She wanted him to come on my face. She wanted more pictures. Ready to get even, she demands he fetch her “little black bag.”
"Domme Melanie was completely nude. She thought of how easy it would be to release Stone, to set him free. He would take her in his powerful arms and ease her down to the floor. That was how he took her when he was really aroused; like an animal, close to the fecund earth. And then he would deep-stroke her, as an alpha-male wolf his bitch, without mercy. He would growl and grope her ass; she would moan and lift her hips up high, in a mighty arc, as he penetrated deeper and deeper."
“Do you think this is a joke?” Anika asked. He was still bound to his seat. She rose from the kneeling position she’d assumed at his feet and drew herself upward. She squatted above his stiff cock, her breasts unavoidably in his face. “I said suck them, bitch. And I meant it.”
"His tongue entered me again, its rotation wound me up like a mechanical doll, twisted into a state of suspended animation, waiting for him to release me into a state of what, I could not imagine. In this new territory, I had no frame of referential pleasure. I just knew I wanted what was to come, on his terms or mine."
"I sink to my knees, unbuckle his belt, help him out of his shoes, socks, and trousers. He’s still gorgeous with those long, muscular runner’s legs, abs nearly as tight as I remember, hard pectorals and triceps. A moan escapes me as I glimpse his cock straining against a flash of damp white panty. He reaches for my breasts again, but again I push him away. “I’ll tell you when,” I say sternly."
“Very good Monsieur”, the blonde said, as she picked up a long tube with a suction cup device on the end and turned it on. There was a low hum and she ran it up his legs towards his balls and cock. The girls worked him to a hot sweaty orgasm and the machine trailed his body collecting the oils for the distillation.
"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."