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“you can send me to the head master’s office if you want but do you really think that’s going to make a difference? that library everyone loves so much, my family’s name is above the doors. nothing can happen to me. so either you start enjoying the view of my skirt being ‘too short’ or you find another school to work at. it’s that simple.” nina rolled her eyes at the audacity of her professor even pulling her to stay behind class tonight. she clearly wasn’t the type that ever had to face consequences for her actions, so why bother to start now.

half the reason ciaran called girls like nina back after class was just to give himself a longer look at how good they looked, and the other half was out of sheer frustration that they’d even dare tempting him with such a short skirt. hearing nina come at him with such an attitude though just pissed him off for distracting him from how good she looked, his eyes training upwards away from her thick thighs to meet her gaze instead with an uncharacteristically stern look on his face. “who said i was going to send you to the headmaster’s office?” he was tempted to get to his feet to tower over her and show her who was in charge here, but he reclined instead in his chair with a quiet confidence. “i think i could handle an attitude like yours all by myself.”

#019 #c: ciaran

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“it’s not fault that your team of gringos can’t focus when i’m around. my daddy sent me to make sure this project was on schedule and i’m going to have to tell him the truth.” jordana knew what it was like to get on her father’s bad side and if this development wasn’t on schedule and opened by the end of summer, heads would roll. it was her first time being in charge of something that was a part of the family business and she wasn’t going to let this guy ruin things for her.

“maybe we could focus a little easier if daddy didn’t send out his prettiest bitch in little shorts like that.” sure, spring had sprung and all that, but bobby felt like it was still a little too cold to be wearing cut offs that tight and short. maybe she wanted to look the part with all the men in tight denim, but all it was doing was riling up both him and his men---and bobby wasn’t getting any real work done bulging through his jeans like this. “baby, i went commando today and i ain’t puttin’ up with my hard-on rubbing against my jeans all day, so what are you gonna do about that, hm?” bobby was crowding her, all up in her personal space with his chest nearly pressing to her back. “talk to daddy, princess.”

#020 #c: bobby

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“was there anything else you needed me to do before i left for the evening, sir?” kendra stepped into the office of her boss, looking for the ok to go home for the night. working in corporate america meant that the only way she’d ever start making the big bucks is by knowing the right people and being in the right places and currently she was on her way to the top. “i would never want to leave without making sure you were all taken care off.”

“see, i knew i had me a good girl when i hired you.” what was damon even doing at this hour besides looking through an online catalog of escorts to choose who he wanted for the night? truthfully, he’d forgotten anyone else was even here until kendra stepped into the office, an eyebrow arching up as he looked her up and down with a surprised but pleased smile. “why don’t you come over here and keep me company before i do the decent thing and let you go home?”

#021 #c: damon

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kate was over this exchange. it had exhausted far more of her time than she was willing to give and the fact that caleb still wasn’t getting it was driving her mad. but there was a light at the end of the tunnel, one she saw opening up th emoment the fabric of his rather expensive dress slacks became tighter and tighter. she had him. she wasn’t sure which part had him chubbing out in front of her like some frat boy at a sorority mixer and she didn’t care. the moment he talked so lewdly of her pussy as if he could ever get the pleasure of experiencing what a succulent treasure she possessed, she knew he needed to know his place in the new work culture that kate was creating.

“number one...” she slapped his cheek, swiftly and without care as she watched his head snap sideways at the sudden and unexpected impact. caleb needed to know who was in charge here. “never disrespect me in my office or in this building again. mommy doesn’t like that. number two, if you insist on wasting my time with your denial of what has clearly been going on before your eyes, at least take off your clothes. i can smell your blood pumping south, so at least let me see what you’re packing. it’s not like you’re going to be using it anytime soon, but mommy likes a view. third, i’m going to give you five minutes to prove to me why i should have you riding my favorite cunt busters dry for the amount of money you’ve cost me entertaining your childish temper tantrum. use your time wisely or i’ll make the decision myself.”

submission was practically a given when caleb’s only reaction to being slapped was to moan and bask in the stinging in his cheek as he turned to look on her again, hanging on every word. he was rock hard now, straining against his tight slacks and throbbing as she talked to him the way no one had ever talked to him before, man or woman. without even waiting for her to finish caleb was following her orders, shrugging his suit jacket off and undoing each button of his shirt to pull that off too, leaving him shirtless in her office where anyone could catch them---and considering she was standing there fully clothed and confident, only he was going to look bad. that didn’t stop him from unbuckling his belt though, eyes locked on hers as he unzipped his slacks and gave them enough of a shove that they fell down to pool around his ankles.

“how about this?” kicking his slacks off from around his ankles, caleb walked on over to her desk, his tight, white briefs barely keeping his ass inside the fabric before he finally gave them the help they needed, tugging down underneath each cheek and smacking one for good measure. “you fuck me, you give me what i need---” what he didn’t even know he needed til now, as well. “---and you can do anything you want. any dirty, kinky thing. you can fuck me in front of the office window, over your desk, into the floor, you can page someone over your phone while doing it. anything.” gripping at one of his cheeks, he pulled it far enough apart to let her see his smooth, virgin hole. “that sound good?”

#007 #c: caleb

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“that’s because i’m not like the other pretty girls you go for.” kivara spoke with an assuredness that rivaled how she normally would brag about her life. the likelihood of the other sluts nick had encountered comparing next to her would be slim. she enjoyed a god dicking every now and then, but only from real men. nick was hot, many of her sisters had told her that all night, but it was clearly a front. “how about you drop your pants and i can show you what i’m into actions are going to speak much louder than words, baby.”

girls were never this forward with nick. even so much as initially propositioning him was new, but telling him to drop his pants... he couldn’t help the smile on his face, nor the disbelieving shake of his head as he undid his pants and pushed them down, bending over to do so and take them from around his ankles. without much thought, he was flashing his ass at her, his boxer briefs riding low over each toned cheek before he straightened up again, giving his bulge a nice, firm grasp. “that what you want, princess?”

#017 #c: nick lockhart

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“oh yeah? it doesn’t feel any hotter to me.” the drug seemed to be working quite nicely against his father’s natural instincts. it didn’t help that the male was usually predisposed to stripping down, so spencer was a little uncertain as to if this was typical clark or drug induced clark. she watched as her father dripped sweat, making his already muscular body drip even further with the beads of perspiration coating every rippling piece of flesh. “you know dad, walking around like this makes you even more of a bimbo than i thought before. it’s like all you’re good at is showing off. but you like that, don’t you? showing off for pretty girls like it’s your job.”

no one had ever spoken to clark the way his little girl was now and he expected his reaction to be a disappointed one, even angry, but rather than a craving to discipline her for running her mouth, clark found himself momentarily speechless, his cock noticeably bulging and throbbing against the front of his boxer briefs just at being called a bimbo. something felt wrong about it---as if it had all come on too suddenly, especially with the high temperature... “yeah---yeah, of course i like that, spence. i like showing off for you girls,” clark replied breathlessly, running a hand down his slick abs as he licked his suddenly dry lips, “you enjoy it though, right? all of you? that’s the point.”

#018 #c: clark

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“has anyone every told you that you’ve got cute butt?” kivara looked at the boy her father had insisted take her to her semi formal for her sorority up and down like a piece of meat. it wasn’t that she couldn’t find her own date, but she was too busy being a boss ass bitch in her chapter to play coy and get some jock to ask her own. plus nick looked great in a suit, and was just the type of guy she needed to make people jealous. “i’ve been a good girl all night trying not to squeeze it but the party’s over and now we can have some fun, don’t you think?”

nick had agreed to this solely on the fact that he knew before the night was over, he’d have his boss’s daughter spread out underneath him, squirting over his cock. putting up with a mundane semi formal and the company of a bunch of vapid girls was worth it in the end, especially as it turned out, she wasn’t even going to take any convincing. “my butt isn’t exactly the first thing pretty girls like you go for, but i’m not gonna lie---hoping you do more than just grab it.” and of course by that, nick meant he hoped he was getting laid tonight, not that he wanted her to do anything but grab his ass. licking over his lips, he gave her a blatant once over with his brown eyes. “so tell me more about the kind of fun you’re into.”

#017 #c: nick lockhart

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“caleb, do you hear yourself? i’m sure these types of insecurities is what keeps you away from promotion after promotion. no one wants a man in charge who can’t even control his emotions.” kate explained, moving from behind her desk to walk further toward caleb, shaking her head. she was truly disappointed in him, for not only assuming what her life was like but for being such an utter…man. it was men like this that truly paved the way for kate to waltz into this company with her tight leather pencil skirts, spiked stilettos, and a strap on from hell and fuck these boys in submission. she wasn’t surprise d that caleb was the last to know, it wasn’t exactly a water cooler conversation that people brought up, but between their boss, the cfo, and over a dozen men through floors 13 and 49, she’d seen her fair share of men writhing beneath her, riding her black latex toy, and stroking their dicks begging mommy for more love. “let’s be clear, we are not the same nor am i like any of these girls that you claim to know. you don’t have the first clue on how things work around here and if you did, you probably could have climbed the ladder and sit where i’m sitting now. but you’re right about one thing; everyone else does know what goes behind closed doors, you apparently seem to be the only one missing out. not a single man here is worthy enough to fuck my pussy, not one. but i’ve been bad, i’ll admit…i’ve been fucking my way through this office right and left. and caleb, i do mean fucking.”

for the first time in his life, caleb was learning what it was like to be talked to like he would talk to a woman. being called emotional only had him growing angrier, something he was torn between showing without a care for what she had to say, and repressing so as not to appear as emotional as she’d said he was. all it did in the end was leave him speechless with clenched fists, a locked jaw and his tongue licking over his lips as he watched her approach from behind her desk, that thick body driving him even crazier with his temper flaring hot. what he’d been expecting was another insult or two and her ultimately brushing him off. he hadn’t thought for a second she’d say something like that, and worst of all... it sounded like the truth. “you’ve gotta be joking,” he breathed, almost dizzy with the knowledge that she’d taken their superiors, bent them over and fucked them like a man would. just the idea of it, how she’d look towering over a man, in complete control... caleb hated how it made him feel, how his cock was thickening out to half-mast already. “there’s no way these guys let a slut like you fuck them; no fucking way---and you’re wrong if you think no man here is worthy to fuck your pussy... i am.”

#007 #c: caleb

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spencer was tired of this, her dad was hot but enough was enough. he was always coming around while she and her cheerleader friends were hanging out, tempting them with his bulging muscular body like it was nothing. her friends were weak, she knew that from the way they ogled his frame, lewdly spreading their legs when they thought she wasn’t looking. and her faather just ate it up. her mom left when she was 9 and since then, there had been a string of girlfriends, each one as foolish as the last thinking the man would ever settle down. he wasn’t that type. but her friends were off limits.

so thanks to the local drug dealing loser at her school, she had managed to get some libido enhancing drug that was supposed to turn even the manliest of men into a mewling little bitch. spencer knew it would be the only think to get the girl’s off her dad’s jock, so she figured low risk, high reward. she had turned the heat up in their ritzy beachside condo and waited for the drugs to take effect.

“how you feeling daddy?”

having a daughter as pretty as he did meant that clark was plenty used to hot young girls around the house and had come to crave the attention too, taking every chance he could get to play into it. over the years that had meant he’d gone from polite flirting to walking around in next to nothing, apologising for the flash of his abs, his bulge and his ass to the teenagers’ eyes. normally, though, he’d at least try to keep a shirt on when it was just his daughter home, like it was tonight, but for the first time in a while clark found himself stripping out of his clothes not out of any effort to get someone’s attention, but just because he felt so damn hot.

“oh---spence! hey!” he hadn’t even noticed his daughter, too busy combing his fingers back through his hair as sweat dripped down his ripped body, almost every inch of it out in the open for the teenager to take in. even his boxer briefs, all he wore, hung low, almost giving a glimpse of his thick cock and better yet, giving a quite clear look at the beginning of his thick, toned cheeks. “i’m doin’---is it really hot in here or am i losing my mind?”

#018 #c: clark

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kivara loved sleeping over at the ramsey’s house. not only did they have an amazing mcmansion for her to play around with, but it was like every single person in the family was a perfect 10 in terms of the hotness scale. being attracted to both men and women, kivara was vulnerable being around all these gorgeous people. her best friend was a total babe, pure angel, who didn’t even know how hot she was which meant it was up to the other girl to shower her with affection and praise. sure, that meant sticking her fingers knuckle deep into the young blond, but with how pretty her moans were, begging for more of what kivara could provide, made the entire thing worth it.

tonight was one of their many sleepovers which meant, it was another opportunity for the girl to turn little paisley into a bigger slut molded in her own image. sexy pieces of lingerie were on the menu tonight as kivara made sure to get the girl modeling for her before she pinned her to the bed and ate her out until she was depleted of any energy to do much else. the girl still had plenty of moxie left so wandering around in the frilly pink bra and panties, looking through the kitchen for something to snack on was her way to kill time. however the gruff voice from the shadows had her startled as to who it would be. “…mr. ramsey?”

donnie’s visits were so few and far between that the last time he’d stopped by, it hadn’t been inappropriate to ask his cute little niece to crawl into his lap while they watched a movie. normally her being too old for that now still wouldn’t stop him, not when he knew his brother wasn’t going to say a thing about it, but his visit just happened to be overlapping with his favourite girl having a friend stay over---and donnie had been on his best behaviour, which meant only pointed staring and the occasional groping when his niece wasn’t looking and when her friend was. he hadn’t actually expected to get any ass from the two girls, not when his stay was going to be so brief, but lo and behold... he just lucked out.

“if you mean my brother, do you really think he wouldn’t be on his knees right now, whimpering with cum running down his legs?” i mean, the sight in front of him was something else. he’d seen plenty of pretty girls in slutty lingerie, but none as pretty as this girl, and only half as slutty, too. “come on. you know he’s a pussy, otherwise you wouldn’t be over here strolling around his house dressed like that and acting like you own the place. it’s a cute look on ya, but it doesn’t really work when there’s a man in the house.”

#016 #c: donnie

“hey---i’d know that ass from anywhere.”

there’d been a few passing glances from riley through the night, with him mostly distracted by the friends he’d came here with, but confused about a pretty face he was sure he recognised by the bar. a closer look would help, he was sure, but with the guys doing rounds each, it wasn’t riley’s turn yet, not until a couple of hours into the night when he was a little more drunk and so was she, he was sure, and so when he came up behind her, taking in that silhouette with no reservations and at last realised who she was, he couldn’t really help being so forward with what had made it click in his head. yeah, he would remember that ass from anywhere, because he’d spent most of his time as a fourteen year old beating off to the idea of his cock fucking between her cheeks while she was babysitting him. standing at her side now, his forearm resting on the bar and his eyes giving her a once over, he couldn’t have looked more different. he’d grown into his strong jawline and full lips, for one, and the dimpled smile hadn’t changed, but underneath it all, he had the body of a man; he wasn’t the boy she’d known for years, and he was happy to let her take that in, all topped off with a cocky smile that did have his cheeks dimpling, of course.

“still driving teenage boys crazy with your babysitting gig or was i the only boy for you?”

#015 #c: riley

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kenzi was nervous since this would be the first time she’d be revealing herself to any of the men who followed her camsite. it wasn’t anything major or elaborate, but boy was it hot. she got more views than any independent cammer on the web today and she was only an amateur. now she was getting ready to have dinner with someone who claimed they could take her career to the next level. they had offered to update all her equipment and even discuss talks of her own personal cam site with the support of a big time company behind her. she could be living pretty in her own apartment with cameras watching her every dirty little move. the only problem is, she had never met the man before now and wasn’t sure if she would like the vibe. putting herself on camera and fucking herself to near exhaustion was a piece of cake, but the anticipation for her dinner date had her sweating bullets almost. it wasn’t until the man showed up, stepping from behind her to greet the red head was she faced with someone she would have never expected to be behind those emails.

“are you kidding me?!”

picking up the hottest and newest asses on the scene was always harvey’s number one priority, be it for his strip club, his pornos, or his camsites---and this girl had practically every guy swooning with how much her holes could take. he hadn’t even known about her on his own at first. it was one of the bartenders had mentioned her in passing, and with more questioning harvey had found himself tuning into the shows regularly, usually with one of his strippers warming his cock under the desk while he watched. if only for the sake of his ego, he knew he had to have this girl, both for his brand and for his own pleasure and so he’d arranged to talk with her, offering her everything a bimbo like her wanted, and knowing he’d get everything he wanted without even breaking a sweat.

it was almost embarrassing that he didn’t recognise her from behind, but his eyes had been resting solely on that ass, an ass his hand was in danger of nearly grabbing onto as he settled it on her lower back while coming around her from behind. only when he faced her did that hand grip at her tighter out of shock, and out of a subconscious concern she might leave without hearing him out. not that he knew what to say at first, of course.

“i’d like to fool myself into thinking you’re here meeting a handsome, respectable young man and not the girl i’ve been watching fuck her ass the past few nights who i invited for dinner, but i think we both know that’s naive.” he only had to take one look at her ass in the dress to know. “come sit down and we can talk, because i can assure you i didn’t plan on this.”

#009 #c: harvey

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brooke didn’t even want to be here for christmas, but since her mom was trying to reconcile with her aunt shannon, it made it so that her siblings had to come along to this forced gathering as well. she wasn’t sure why the fitzgeralds always made things into this extravagant ordeal but stepping into their foyer (which brooke was fine with it being called a giant ass hallway), she could see how much these people loved the holidays. brooke was happy with a simple tree and some lights, but it was just a difference in lifestyle between the two families. shannon had married rich and mickie, brooke’s mom, was on her third unsuccessful marriage, leaving one deadbeat for the next. despite all the trouble, brooke never once dreamed of switching places with her cousins. they were snobs, simple as that. whatever daydream she was indulging in was instantly cut short as a hand on her ass, pulling at the hem of her short yet festive sweater dress grabed her attention.

“hey fucker, unless you plan on starting the new year a few fingers short, i suggest you move them from my ass.”

each and every moment he’d been in his little cousin’s company the past couple of years, jason had found it increasingly hard to stop himself from making a move on her. willpower, staying sober and regularly having a pussy on hand to work his frustrations out on had helped him on through the need to hold brooke down and fuck her cute little ass stupid, but it was the holidays---meaning he was already used to ignoring any willpower he had, he had long since given up on being sober for most of the day, and most people were with family, meaning he didn’t have a cunt ready for him at a moments notice. and his cousin’s dress was just one step too far. as their parents talked he’d swooped in, a large hand cupping that pert ass to whisk her off to the sun room, with all it’s glass windows and the pretty winter sun low in the sky and brightly shining through. it was quite a clash to the surly attitude jason was met with, but giving her ass a firm squeeze in response, he did pull it away at last, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt (with a few buttons already done), until each forearm was left bare.

“you know i was hoping you’d have grown out of that attitude by now, but you seem to have really grown into it, huh?” he wore a charming smile the whole time. “shouldn’t i get a kiss hello, brooke? i am practically like an uncle.”

#008 #c: jason fitzgerald

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khloe wasn’t sure what other girls nick was talking about so she must of fallen under the second of those options. she didn’t mind being exposed as a slut like this; she loved sex. it was one of the ways she could always express herself (usually as a dirty little whore) and feel the best afterwards. the fact that nick was the perfect guy for her, muscular, scruffy, and white only made things better. “those others girls you’re talking about are not as fun as me, i can guarantee you that right now. but i think from your two options, i must be as easy as i look. though can you blame me. white boys like you are my weakness.” khloe explained, flexing her cheeks against his groin, liking what she was feeling already. her shorts were barely there, practically painted on already, a rip in them destroying the fabric would hardly change her attitude about things. “leave them in shreds, big boy. just make sure you give my hole what it needs.”

that one brief sentence was enough to open a whole other door in nick’s mind. maybe khloe really was just into white guys and that was that, nothing else to say about it, but in nick’s experience it was rare for a black girl to specify a weakness for white boys without there being more to it, especially when it was a girl who’d bent over as quickly as khloe had. so maybe he was taking a risk, but as he took her skin-tight shorts in two tight fists and ripped, nick decided he needed to poke at that a little more. “and what does your hole need, huh?” nick asked once the pieces of her shorts had fallen to the bench underneath her and he was free to land a particularly harsh smack to her bare ass. “need to be stretched out, yeah, but does this pretty black ass need to be stretched out by a thick white cock like mine?” and as if on cue, he was quick to pull his thumb behind the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down to hook under his balls and let his already hard cock smack against her ass with its release. “that what you were hoping for when you came in here dressing like a slut? that a white boy like me would come along and put your holes to use, nigger?” and there it was, thrown out there callously with nick’s cock throbbing as he said it. his hands gripped at her ass, parting her cheeks and letting the tip of his cock fall between to tease over her hole, maybe to excite her more or maybe to soften the blow if that just wasn’t her thing.

#011 #c: nick lockhart

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“well you’ve been here twice as long as i have and i’m already ahead of you…so by the looks of it, the next promotion that comes along could be given to bobby in the mailroom. he started last week i think.” kate wasn’t normally like this, spiteful and vicious but caleb brought out something in her that inspired this side of her. of course, it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it. a misogynist like himself had all the bad karma coming, so maybe that’s what kate was for him: bad karma in a skin tight dress. “is that what you think? they’ll get tired of my pussy and find someone fresh to fuck…funny, caleb. funny that you first thing that’s how things go down behind closed doors and even funnier that you think that i’ll ever be begging you for anything.”

that fact had been driving him crazy for longer than he’d like to admit. really, though---how could someone at all come in after he’d been here so long and snatch up the promotion he deserved, and worst of all, how could it be a woman? “yeah, keep running our mouth, see how good it feels when you’re taking back every word down the line.” but it was all he could do not to walk over there and...god, fuck her? smack her? just bend her over and make her think he was going to do it? he wasn’t even sure what he wanted; he just wanted to win for once. “come-the-fuck-on, i know how girls like you work. pretty face, thick body, there’s no way you weren’t using your pussy to get ahead here. i know what goes on behind closes doors and so does everyone else.”

#007 #c: caleb

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lexi knew phoebe was older than she was and had been at this a lot longer, but she would have ever suspected the girl to be keeping such a hefty secret from her. they were friends at work and even had hung out a time or two outside, not including the few times the girl had fucked her sideways with a pretty pink dildo in the clubroom’s showers. but having the mayor in her clutches was something even lexi wouldn’t be able to keep quite. it was amazing that the man didn’ send her away instantly for the brash question, which told her two things. one was that he liked the rough treatment. the brazen question meant to humiliate him was something he welcomed freely which meant lexi had only reached the tip of the iceberg, but more importantly it let her know that she was in charge her, william might of been the mayor but he was too quite to relinquish control. something lexi was all to eager to pick up. “lucky you then. i’m probably not like all those other girls. i won’t keep quite just because you ask me to. plus i’m way prettier and a lot more fun.” lexi dropped the bag with all the toys she needed to the side, reach in to find two sets of strap ons, one was fairly tame, standard size and harness, something phoebe probably used frequently. then it was the second set; her favorite, she affectionately called it princess. “i don’t need to sit, but come on, show me which one you like the best. don’t be shy. if you’ve been getting that slutty hole of yours fucked since college i know you’re not modest.”

“yes, ma’am.” even though it hadn’t been asked of him explicitly, william felt it necessary to do two things: the first, of course, was to come closer to lexi as she showed off the toys he’d soon be having the time of his life with; the second was to get there by crawling. falling to his hands and knees with his tight, tailored pants clinging to his thick behind, he crawled towards the young woman, eyes bouncing between her and each of her toys. it wasn’t until he was close enough that he could kiss between her thighs or at the tip of each strap on that william stopped, still on his hands and knees with enough of an arch in his back to tell her just how often he’d been in this exact position. “i like that one best,” he nodded at the bigger of the two, licking his lips with anticipation already, “that’s the kind of dick i need.”

#006 #c: william

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noelle knew that despite her urge to get back to her room, it had nothing to do with sebastian. she just didn’t want to be away for too much longer and cause her friend to worry. despite already being in the throes of her orgasmic bliss, taylor would worry. “doesn’t sound safe at all.” noelle let her hands trace over the man’s thickening bulge, palming the mound softly with her soft fingers. he was a big one, a challenge she was more than happy to accept, but she also had needs of her own. judging from how wet those kisses were along her neck, his tongue sneaking out to taste her skin, she knew he’d be perfect to satisfy her.

“i’m glad you’re happy to see me still, it looks like we’ve got a while to get back to my hotel.” noelle teased, winking over as her hands grew more impassioned, cupping his erection as she moved in closer against him. her skirt was already short, that was a given. but in seconds flat, she had managed to hike it up even further, spreading her legs wantonly like a common whore. her panties were wet, but she wanted them soaked. “can you think of anything to help kill the time?”

as her small, delicate hand worked at his bulge, sebastian met it with a raise of his hips, practically grinding into her palm while he kissed into her clavicle. “i’ve already thought of plenty for us to do, princess.” and that was when he finally took a look at her, pulling himself away for a moment just to bask in the sight of her raised skirt and her spread thighs. he had to hand it to her: she knew how to properly motivate a man, because one look at that and sebastian was on her again.

not interested in anything but her currently, sebastian took both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head to the window behind her, while his free hand slipped between her thighs, rubbing coarsely across her cunt through the wet fabric of her panties. “didn’t think you could look prettier than when you were dancing against me in that club,” he spoke against her lips, pausing briefly to give her a short, excited kiss, “but seeing you now, helpless for daddy... this is your best look.” and his fingers dipped underneath her panties at last, rubbing up and down over the lips in short, brief movements before his middle finger found her clit. keeping eye contact with her, he kissed down into her cleavage, using only his teeth to take her top down enough that he could finally get his lips around one of her nipples. like he was starving, he sucked on her, cheeks hollowed, eyes shutting briefly before training back on her, and all while his finger took her clit in short, rapid circles, ultimately warming her up for what was to come.

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