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. Hey, babe, thanks for the great blowjob, the guy on the phone said. Yeah, I loved that, I said, unbuttoning my shirt and fondling my breasts. I'm ready to fill you up again, he said. Again! I exclaimed, rubbing my pussy, bringing myself closer to cum. He described how he would seduce me, eat me, pin me, and fill my womb with his warm seed. We talked for a few more minutes until my body
shuddered from a huge orgasm. Sorry, but this is the wrong number, I giggled as I hung up the phone.

***

Did I say you could touch your cock? she inquired, sternly. That belongs to me. He raised an eyebrow, then nodded obediently, leaning back to savor her wicked oral skills. Simultaneously slipping a finger into his ass while pushing his cock down her throat rendered him incapable of holding back. He came hard, violently shooting his seed into her throat. Holy Fuck! he gasped the intensity of his orgasm left him
shuddering. Did I say you could cum, baby? she taunted. Now I have to punish you! His face went pale. Who knew she would enjoy role reversal so much?

***

My fingernails clawed the brick's mortar while the horny stranger slammed his thrusting pelvis against my ass cheeks.
I wailed, Harder! until one pain replaced another. When I returned home, my husband rushed toward me. Thank God, you're back. I promise she didn't mean— His stale excuse fell short once he noticed my smeared red lipstick and bite marks. Emotions tore through him as the rank mixture of bar smoke and my
perfume filled the chilly air between us. Then, my fingers withdrew sticky revenge from my pussy and smeared it on his face before I said, I forgive you.

***

Her tongue ran a provocatively wet trail from his balls to the tip of his dick before she captured the head between her lips. She teased him
briefly, then took him into her willing mouth. Clever fingers played deftly with his sac while her tongue swirled around. Gradually, her throat relaxed so she could take him deeper. With her nose nestled against his belly, she held him there and moaned, driving him crazy. His rapid thrusts made obscene noises as she eagerly devoured him. Grabbing two handfuls of red hair, he cried out as he exploded, shooting his seed down her throat.

***

From curtained alcoves, the anonymous exertions of male bodies sweat into the twilit hallway. The woman's nose wrinkles. Semen. That je ne sais quoi. Come. She snaps a leash its prompt slackness engenders a smile. A man haltered by his balls is a resolutely compliant creature. The scent crescendos at the booth. Open it, pet. The door's squeak rouses movement in the shadows. Get inside. She locks the door.
Figures materialize, anxiously skulking closer. A naked, heavyset man fists his tumescent cock through the hole. The woman blows a kiss to the booth. Dare me anytime, pet. Bon appétit.

***

After stretching my rosebud with a dildo, I inserted the vibrator into my soaked pussy, recording everything for Sir. My moans filled the room as I shoved the dildo all the way into my tight hole, allowing me to use my free hand to soothe my aching pearl while the vibrator shook my core until I shattered into blissful oblivion.
After watching the video, Sir texted, Coming home. I'm starving. When he arrived, I served a delicious home-cooked meal. I'm not hungry for food, he said before dragging me to the bedroom and indulging in all my holes.

***

I stood in the doorway with the moonlight behind me. You wrapped your arms around my waist, and our tongues entwined. We locked eyes and began undressing each other.
I whimpered as you pressed your lips against my ample tits, trying to squeeze more of them into your mouth. While I lay on the bed, you buried your head between my legs and tasted
the sweet nectar. Suddenly, my eyes opened. Was it all a dream? I pondered. While my right hand slid between my thighs, my left hand was still holding the erotic novel.

***

As Father Pavel prepared his weekly sermon, his thoughts wandered to the forbidden fruit that tempted him beyond reason. Every Sunday, she
sat in the front row with parted legs so he could see the glistening treasure that made him shamefully hard. Closing his eyes, he stroked his cock, imagining he was fucking her pussy while her ample tits bounced. As he was about to shoot his load, Sister Rose walked in.
She quickly knelt before him to catch his thick seed in her mouth and swallowed. Father Pavel was grateful, as always. Sister Rose mentally thanked the redheaded harlot.

***

Panting, moaning, my mouth lunged over his cock, forcing it deep inside my mouth. I love you, my dear. I'm Your whore, your fucking whore. Use your whore's mouth. Fuck my throat. Possessed by carnal desire, I knelt, sucking his manhood, fondling his balls and my swollen, sensitive clit. Cum on me! Shoot your love all over me. Groaning, he pulled out as my fingers triggered my orgasm. Hot, sticky
jizz erupted from his meat, splattering on my dress. Okay, let's eat. With that, we left the restroom, sitting just as the waitress brought our food. She smiled, knowingly.

***

You took me captive with your smile. Our eyes began to drink each other, as we sank into ephemeral moments.
The dimly lit basement covered in red velvet and black lace, the scene of our meeting. Lips on lips, fire building, you moved at my caress and we swam in a sea of passion, being tossed by wave after wave. My lips spread wide dancing across your cave, as a tsunami crashed in
all its power holding on, I surfed the crest of your wave with you as I surrendered to your thighs. Dark became light, light became dark, my world complete.

***

Daddy saw me standing naked, with only his maroon silk necktie covering my eyes and a set of new jute ropes proffered on my palms. From the
time he arrived until now, my intimate parts and thighs were already dripping from my anticipation. Keeping my chin up, I boldly said, noticing the wetness of the rope on my groin, Daddy, I don't like it rough tonight. Baby girl, you know I was never rough. The ropes you chose are.
He whispered behind me, eliciting goosebumps on my creamy flesh while he tightened the last knot of his new Kinbaku pattern.

***

Her temperature cold, her resolve solid. It takes time to find the wick and light the flame. It smoulders, it sizzles, it flickers. A flicker becomes a flame and the temperature rises. The heat softens her resolve she becomes malleable. The flame becomes radiant, the wick drawing the heat inside, deep inside. She softens even more as the warmth spreads. The wick burns bright. She melts, ending in a warm, gooey mess. Her fragrance fills the air a subtle, sensual, smouldering reminder of the heat. You have to light the wick.

***

Flashes of lightning illuminated the room, followed by roaring thunder. Rain fell in sheets, drenching everything. Winds howled like creatures attacking in the night. Protective arms pulled me close, and a voice whispered seductively, I
have just the thing to take your mind off the storm. Clever fingers, a wicked tongue, and a hot, hard cock provided hours of delicious distraction. Orgasms ripped through my body like lightning, followed by the thunderous roar of his climax. Our juices drenched the sheets. Decadent sex left us winded from howling like creatures fucking in the night. What storm? I purred.

***

Her unique scent attracts my attention before I notice her. She twirls her blonde curls, flirting with a woman behind the counter at the mall, her laughter filling the air. My mind fills with images of how her body trembled with pleasure as my fingers explored her depths. She'd arch her back, gripping the sheets, softly moaning and begging for more. My tongue danced on her delicate nub as she writhed in ecstasy, grinding against my mouth.
Sir's arms wrap around my waist, and a damp kiss grazes my neck. Time to go, Emma we've got a dinner reservation.

***

Okay, it's a nude beach everyone looks. Yes, she was gorgeous, built, had amazing boobs. and pierced nipples! But did he have to stare? My husband was practically drooling - and he was getting a boner! I poked him. He tried to look innocent. What? Oh, please! Do you like hers better than mine? I squeezed my boobs. Should I get mine pierced? Uhhh. Two hung, tanned studs walked by. Maybe I should ask them.
When I moved, he pulled me back, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. Just like that, the Green-eyed Monster returned to its lair.

***

William's elevator rides with Jocelyn were always special, especially since she had learned hypnosis. Twenty-seven floors separated them from
their destination. She never needed that many. On the first floor, she undid her blouse to reveal a diamond necklace. On the second floor, the necklace swung left and right. On the sixth floor, William's eyes got heavier and heavier. On the eighth floor, she commanded him to sleep.
On the tenth floor, he mindlessly unzipped his fly. On the twenty-seventh floor, the cleaning crew was shocked to discover how much cum they had to clean off the walls. Better take the stairs next time.

***

You're sitting at the bar, every woman around you vying for your attention. The blonde touches your arm, pouting when you don't acknowledge her.
The brunette's tits fall out of her dress, yet you don't notice them. The tall, exotic-looking woman with jet-black locks trailing past her shapely ass is making come-fuck-me eyes at you, but
you act as if she's invisible. You stand and, to their chagrin, walk to me and take me in your arms. Hello, my sexy redhead. Observing envious eyes shooting silent daggers at me, I flash a catty smile their way. Hello, Lover. Kiss me.

***

That magic night in New York. After sixty years together, our first visit. Strolling from Broadway, I took her hand. She looked up at me, Handholding? Long time since,
I agreed, wondering, was this the NY state of mind? In the hotel bathroom, she declared, Try a bubble bath? Another first for us. Overpowering, with misplaced desires, springing
fresh. Towel-wrapped, she touches my semi-erection, saying, Standing proud tonight. Could he? For this one night? Her breast amazingly solid under my touch. My fingers stroked deep between moistened labia. The bed welcomes two lovers recalling how it used to be.

***

It was an amazing, lust-filled one-night stand. She was a freak in the bed, begging him to take every hole, and letting him cum on her tits. He watched in amazement as she scooped up every drop and licked it off her fingers as if it were buttercream frosting.

***

. Hey, babe, thanks for the great blowjob, the guy on the phone said. Yeah, I loved that, I said, unbuttoning my shirt and fondling my breasts. I'm ready to fill you up again, he said. Again! I exclaimed, rubbing my pussy, bringing myself closer to cum. He described how he would seduce me, eat me, pin me, and fill my womb with his warm seed. We talked for a few more minutes until my body

shuddered from a huge orgasm. Sorry, but this is the wrong number, I giggled as I hung up the phone.

***

Did I say you could touch your cock? she inquired, sternly. That belongs to me. He raised an eyebrow, then nodded obediently, leaning back to savor her wicked oral skills. Simultaneously slipping a finger into his ass while pushing his cock down her throat rendered him incapable of holding back. He came hard, violently shooting his seed into her throat. Holy Fuck! he gasped the intensity of his orgasm left him

shuddering. Did I say you could cum, baby? she taunted. Now I have to punish you! His face went pale. Who knew she would enjoy role reversal so much?

***

My fingernails clawed the brick's mortar while the horny stranger slammed his thrusting pelvis against my ass cheeks.

I wailed, Harder! until one pain replaced another. When I returned home, my husband rushed toward me. Thank God, you're back. I promise she didn't mean— His stale excuse fell short once he noticed my smeared red lipstick and bite marks. Emotions tore through him as the rank mixture of bar smoke and my

perfume filled the chilly air between us. Then, my fingers withdrew sticky revenge from my pussy and smeared it on his face before I said, I forgive you.

***

Her tongue ran a provocatively wet trail from his balls to the tip of his dick before she captured the head between her lips. She teased him

briefly, then took him into her willing mouth. Clever fingers played deftly with his sac while her tongue swirled around. Gradually, her throat relaxed so she could take him deeper. With her nose nestled against his belly, she held him there and moaned, driving him crazy. His rapid thrusts made obscene noises as she eagerly devoured him. Grabbing two handfuls of red hair, he cried out as he exploded, shooting his seed down her throat.

***

From curtained alcoves, the anonymous exertions of male bodies sweat into the twilit hallway. The woman's nose wrinkles. Semen. That je ne sais quoi. Come. She snaps a leash its prompt slackness engenders a smile. A man haltered by his balls is a resolutely compliant creature. The scent crescendos at the booth. Open it, pet. The door's squeak rouses movement in the shadows. Get inside. She locks the door.

Figures materialize, anxiously skulking closer. A naked, heavyset man fists his tumescent cock through the hole. The woman blows a kiss to the booth. Dare me anytime, pet. Bon appétit.

***

After stretching my rosebud with a dildo, I inserted the vibrator into my soaked pussy, recording everything for Sir. My moans filled the room as I shoved the dildo all the way into my tight hole, allowing me to use my free hand to soothe my aching pearl while the vibrator shook my core until I shattered into blissful oblivion.

After watching the video, Sir texted, Coming home. I'm starving. When he arrived, I served a delicious home-cooked meal. I'm not hungry for food, he said before dragging me to the bedroom and indulging in all my holes.

***

I stood in the doorway with the moonlight behind me. You wrapped your arms around my waist, and our tongues entwined. We locked eyes and began undressing each other.

I whimpered as you pressed your lips against my ample tits, trying to squeeze more of them into your mouth. While I lay on the bed, you buried your head between my legs and tasted

the sweet nectar. Suddenly, my eyes opened. Was it all a dream? I pondered. While my right hand slid between my thighs, my left hand was still holding the erotic novel.

***

As Father Pavel prepared his weekly sermon, his thoughts wandered to the forbidden fruit that tempted him beyond reason. Every Sunday, she

sat in the front row with parted legs so he could see the glistening treasure that made him shamefully hard. Closing his eyes, he stroked his cock, imagining he was fucking her pussy while her ample tits bounced. As he was about to shoot his load, Sister Rose walked in.

She quickly knelt before him to catch his thick seed in her mouth and swallowed. Father Pavel was grateful, as always. Sister Rose mentally thanked the redheaded harlot.

***

Panting, moaning, my mouth lunged over his cock, forcing it deep inside my mouth. I love you, my dear. I'm Your whore, your fucking whore. Use your whore's mouth. Fuck my throat. Possessed by carnal desire, I knelt, sucking his manhood, fondling his balls and my swollen, sensitive clit. Cum on me! Shoot your love all over me. Groaning, he pulled out as my fingers triggered my orgasm. Hot, sticky

jizz erupted from his meat, splattering on my dress. Okay, let's eat. With that, we left the restroom, sitting just as the waitress brought our food. She smiled, knowingly.

***

You took me captive with your smile. Our eyes began to drink each other, as we sank into ephemeral moments.

The dimly lit basement covered in red velvet and black lace, the scene of our meeting. Lips on lips, fire building, you moved at my caress and we swam in a sea of passion, being tossed by wave after wave. My lips spread wide dancing across your cave, as a tsunami crashed in

all its power holding on, I surfed the crest of your wave with you as I surrendered to your thighs. Dark became light, light became dark, my world complete.

***

Daddy saw me standing naked, with only his maroon silk necktie covering my eyes and a set of new jute ropes proffered on my palms. From the

time he arrived until now, my intimate parts and thighs were already dripping from my anticipation. Keeping my chin up, I boldly said, noticing the wetness of the rope on my groin, Daddy, I don't like it rough tonight. Baby girl, you know I was never rough. The ropes you chose are.

He whispered behind me, eliciting goosebumps on my creamy flesh while he tightened the last knot of his new Kinbaku pattern.

***

Her temperature cold, her resolve solid. It takes time to find the wick and light the flame. It smoulders, it sizzles, it flickers. A flicker becomes a flame and the temperature rises. The heat softens her resolve she becomes malleable. The flame becomes radiant, the wick drawing the heat inside, deep inside. She softens even more as the warmth spreads. The wick burns bright. She melts, ending in a warm, gooey mess. Her fragrance fills the air a subtle, sensual, smouldering reminder of the heat. You have to light the wick.

***

Flashes of lightning illuminated the room, followed by roaring thunder. Rain fell in sheets, drenching everything. Winds howled like creatures attacking in the night. Protective arms pulled me close, and a voice whispered seductively, I

have just the thing to take your mind off the storm. Clever fingers, a wicked tongue, and a hot, hard cock provided hours of delicious distraction. Orgasms ripped through my body like lightning, followed by the thunderous roar of his climax. Our juices drenched the sheets. Decadent sex left us winded from howling like creatures fucking in the night. What storm? I purred.

***

Her unique scent attracts my attention before I notice her. She twirls her blonde curls, flirting with a woman behind the counter at the mall, her laughter filling the air. My mind fills with images of how her body trembled with pleasure as my fingers explored her depths. She'd arch her back, gripping the sheets, softly moaning and begging for more. My tongue danced on her delicate nub as she writhed in ecstasy, grinding against my mouth.

Sir's arms wrap around my waist, and a damp kiss grazes my neck. Time to go, Emma we've got a dinner reservation.

***

Okay, it's a nude beach everyone looks. Yes, she was gorgeous, built, had amazing boobs. and pierced nipples! But did he have to stare? My husband was practically drooling - and he was getting a boner! I poked him. He tried to look innocent. What? Oh, please! Do you like hers better than mine? I squeezed my boobs. Should I get mine pierced? Uhhh. Two hung, tanned studs walked by. Maybe I should ask them.

When I moved, he pulled me back, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. Just like that, the Green-eyed Monster returned to its lair.

***

William's elevator rides with Jocelyn were always special, especially since she had learned hypnosis. Twenty-seven floors separated them from

their destination. She never needed that many. On the first floor, she undid her blouse to reveal a diamond necklace. On the second floor, the necklace swung left and right. On the sixth floor, William's eyes got heavier and heavier. On the eighth floor, she commanded him to sleep.

On the tenth floor, he mindlessly unzipped his fly. On the twenty-seventh floor, the cleaning crew was shocked to discover how much cum they had to clean off the walls. Better take the stairs next time.

***

You're sitting at the bar, every woman around you vying for your attention. The blonde touches your arm, pouting when you don't acknowledge her.

The brunette's tits fall out of her dress, yet you don't notice them. The tall, exotic-looking woman with jet-black locks trailing past her shapely ass is making come-fuck-me eyes at you, but

you act as if she's invisible. You stand and, to their chagrin, walk to me and take me in your arms. Hello, my sexy redhead. Observing envious eyes shooting silent daggers at me, I flash a catty smile their way. Hello, Lover. Kiss me.

***

That magic night in New York. After sixty years together, our first visit. Strolling from Broadway, I took her hand. She looked up at me, Handholding? Long time since,

I agreed, wondering, was this the NY state of mind? In the hotel bathroom, she declared, Try a bubble bath? Another first for us. Overpowering, with misplaced desires, springing

fresh. Towel-wrapped, she touches my semi-erection, saying, Standing proud tonight. Could he? For this one night? Her breast amazingly solid under my touch. My fingers stroked deep between moistened labia. The bed welcomes two lovers recalling how it used to be.

***

It was an amazing, lust-filled one-night stand. She was a freak in the bed, begging him to take every hole, and letting him cum on her tits. He watched in amazement as she scooped up every drop and licked it off her fingers as if it were buttercream frosting.