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“He leans down and kisses me, his fingers still moving rhythmically inside me, his thumb circling and pressing. His other hand scoops my hair off my head and holds my head in place. His tongue mirrors the actions of his fingers, claiming me. My legs begin to stiffen as I push against his hand. He gentles his hand, so I’m brought back from the brink ... I come instantly again and again, falling apart beneath him … then I’m building again … I climax anew, calling out his name.” (pg. 195, 196)

thrusting his pelvis at me in a vulgar way, and I can see my hand in an endless slow

Already tired, I release my hold and cry out, shuddering and thrusting forward of my own accord as my dick shoots cum into your waiting pussy like a geyser. You feel stream after stream after stream of warm jizz flood your pussy to the brim. I wait till the spasms stop, till the last stream is gone, and I pull out, white juice slowly oozing out of your pussy to pool on the bedsheets below your ass. I collapse on top of you, then roll off to your right side, near exhausted. I look, as you take one hand and dip it into your cum-flooded pussy, taking out a large gloop of the cream pie. Looking right at me, you open your mouth and lick the cum off your fingers, savoring the taste of my cum. Tired yourself, you lie down on my chest, feeling my arm wrap around your waist, and there we lie, tired, hot and sweaty, but fully

The soft words were enough to harden Booker’s cock, and grabbing Tom by the hand, he pulled him into the bedroom. He watched with growing arousal as Tom removed his boxers and lay on the bed. As he quickly undressed, he could feel two dark, soulful eyes watching his every move, and a shiver of excitement brought goose bumps to his flesh. However, he knew he needed to be patient and let Tom set the pace. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten him by coming on too strong.

his pelvis at me in a vulgar way, and I can see my hand in an endless slow motion

Then lowly, with a shameless leer at your crotch, he adds, “But I guess you’re going to need that tonight, anyway.” His accompanying grin is sunlight-- giant adorable nerd-ass teeth and all.

The doctor treated Jack, stitching the wound in his side. When it came to settling his debt, Garrett Marsden demanded sex from Jack. It was shocking and unthinkable, but Jack didn’t feel as if he had any other options. He tried to ignore his undeniable response to the command given to him by Garrett, the dark lust it stirred in him, but it was impossible.

"Nice abs." Then the guy went down and started sucking on Jimin's nipples. "Mm." Jimin moaned. He thought people were looking at him but he remembered they were in a closed booth. Then Jimin covered his mouth. He stared at Jungkook. Jungkook just stood there shocked at how his boyfriend just moaned but not for him but for another guy. Jungkook shoved the guy away from Jimin. "This is MY boyfriend." Jimin hurried to go next to Jungkook. Jungkook then punched the guy. "Ugh,fine.. But hopefully I'll see you soon." He winked at Jimin. Jimin blushed. Then the guy left both of them there. Jungkook turned to face Jimin. "I'm sorry you had to go through all that babe." Jimin them smirked. "I think I like the part the guy did, that felt very good." Jungkook smirked. "And for letting him do that you get a punishment." Jungkook pinned Jimin to the door and went down to his pants. He unzipped them and pulled down Jimin's boxers. Exposing Jimin's member. Jungkook sucked on it fast and deep. Jimin moaned. "S-stop it k-Kookie." Jungkook just sucked even faster. That made Jimin

Calum smiles, tracing his index finger over the tattoo scribbled over Michael's shoulder. It's one of the few Michael had done on himself before he was actually of legal age to get tattoos. It's one of Calum’s favorites.

With that, he penetrated me with his tool. That hook it my G-Spot at first entrance. I tired to play it cool but Mr. Torres knew better. He challenged my coolness with a strong pressure thrust. That did the trick! My eyes widen; I reached for his back and dug my nails into his skin. These strokes were grown man strokes. Not rabbit humping, trying to catch a nut. No, this was that “you come first I come last” strokes. He catered to my body’s every need and wants. I could tell he studied my videos, he knew how to touch me and suck on

"It's good," I heard him say, his voice still strange and rough, "don't be shy. Please." But... would Johnny say that to Joyce? I'm just realizing that maybe... but he didn't say. Didn't suggest that I was anyone other than who I was pretending to be. I grasped him fully, and the way he filled my fist was so strangely satisfying. He guided me until I found my way, just as you said, growing more adventurous by the minute. I felt his breath on my shoulder, clueing me into what he liked-- the lightest touches just at the tip, teasing, before cupping my hand around it and easing up and down as the record reached its end. We never flipped it. It was incredible... I could feel his thighs twitching beneath me, tensing, eager for my clumsy attentions. Even for my inexperience, I felt powerful. I was his whole world that night-- me, bargain bin Jane Eyre, too plain for words. I couldn't see, but I felt every tender ridge, every straining inch. I never thought it would be so smooth, soft as my silk scarf. I played until he took hold of my hand, and at first I thought maybe I had done something wrong, but he quickened my leisurely pace until he started

Phil reacts quickly, he lays with his elbows on the couch and knees bent. Dan walks up beside him and runs his hand up down Phil’s back. The submissive arches into the feather light touch and whines, cock begging for the slightest bit of attention.

As did, her acknowledgement of his importance in the Fraternity heirarchy. "That's right," Stuart responded, as he puffed his chest out, and followed her gaze to the paddle and handcuffs. "I could've had any girl I wanted, so you're lucky I picked you." His eyes moved back to hers, then dropped to her body. Just because she was his toy to do what he wanted with for the night, didn't mean he couldn't issued a compliment. "Cause you are one hot piece of ass.I'm going to fuck you like you only ever dreamed of."

Sullivan's muscle-sculpted body shuddered as his jism squirted from his dick in this gulping mouth of a puppy-eyed cocksucker.

His lovemaking is as choreographed as a broadway musical. He takes exactly three minutes time on each major erogenous zone, removing clothing with each step, yet somehow deftly removing his own clothing as well. He can unhook any type of bra, blindfolded, in the dark with just his teeth. Now comes the inevitable penetration which always lasts exactly fifteen minutes. There is no, "Did you ?" because he naturally assumes, "of course you did." Afterwards he talks for exactly two minutes then falls asleep on your pillow. When you wake in the morning there is no evidence of his presence except a rose on your pillow with a note that says, "talk to you soon," but don't count on it. In fact, the only time you ever hear of him again is when you find out he was with your best friend the previous weekend.