Semua Bab INFINITE SHADES OF GAY: A Collection Of Raw MM Erotica : Bab 131 - Bab 140

MY REUNION SEX AT THE BEACH 2. I dropped without hesitation, the sand cool under my knees. Kai shoved his board shorts down, and his cock sprang free. Thick, veined, already glistening at the tip. It was bigger than I remembered, heavy and flushed dark. The scent of him—musky, masculine, mixed with ocean—made my mouth water. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking once, feeling the heat and the way it twitched in my grip. Kai groaned, one hand resting lightly on my head. I leaned in and licked a broad stripe from balls to tip, savoring the salty tang of precum. He hissed. Encouraged, I swirled my tongue around the head, dipping into the slit to collect more, then took him into my mouth. The first few inches slid over my tongue. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, bobbing slowly while my hand worked what I couldn’t fit yet. Kai’s fingers tightened in my hair. “Fuck, just like that… you always were good at this.” I relaxed my throat and took him deeper, until my nose brushed the tr

CRAVING DEMIEN'S COCK 2He growled against her, the sound vibrating through her. He slid two thick fingers into her cunt and started pumping them fast while his tongue flicked rapidly over her swollen clit. Her juices glistened on his chin and lips. She was soaking wet — I could see it shining under the moonlight every time he pulled back to breathe.Miss Lena’s thighs started shaking. She moaned louder, trying to muffle herself as she came hard on his tongue, hips bucking wildly against his face. Demien didn’t stop. He kept licking and fingering her through her orgasm until she was a trembling, whimpering mess.I stood there frozen, cock painfully hard in my shorts, heart breaking and burning with jealousy at the same time. The man I was madly in love with was devouring another woman’s pussy just meters away from me.And yet… watching his skilled tongue and those big hands made me throb even harder.I wanted to be the one under him.I wanted to be the one moaning his name while he ru

CRAVING DEMIEN'S COCK 4He suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto all fours like I weighed nothing, and slammed back inside in one brutal thrust. Gripping my hips with bruising strength, he railed me from behind like a wild animal. The loud, obscene slap of his pelvis against my ass echoed inside the tent with every vicious thrust. His heavy balls smacked against mine repeatedly. He was so deep at this angle that I could feel him rearranging my insides.One of his big hands reached around, wrapping around my cum-slick cock and stroking me fast and rough. I came a second time with a broken cry, shooting onto the sleeping bag while my hole clenched and fluttered around his pistoning cock. Demien didn’t slow down. He kept fucking me through it, growling filthy praises about what a greedy slut I was.Then he sat back against the tent wall, his thick cock pointing straight up, shiny with my juices. He pulled me on top of him, lined up, and impaled me in one smooth motion. I cried out at the

FILF: SEX CAN NEVER BE A SIN 2.The club was packed, bass thumping through the floor. Harper had been watching me all evening, his gaze heavy and unrelenting. Around 1 a.m., he crooked a finger at me. I leaned in, heart pounding. Pulse racing so fast.“Private cup section,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Now. Bring a bottle of the Macallan 18 and two glasses. And leave the apron behind.”The “cup section” was the club’s dirty little secret, a dimly lit, velvet-draped VIP area upstairs with private booths, soundproofed walls, and zero cameras. The staff knew what happened there. I should’ve said no. Instead, my hands shook as I grabbed the scotch and followed him up the back stairs. The door clicked shut behind us. The room smelled like leather, aged whiskey, and Harper’s cologne, woody, masculine, and intoxicating. He poured two glasses, handed me one, then stepped close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.“You’ve been staring at me for weeks, Dylan,” he

FILF: SEX CAN NEVER BE A SIN 4.She murmured sleepily and rolled over. The pool area was dimly lit, underwater lights casting blue ripples across the deck. It was late—almost midnight—and empty. Or so I thought. Not until I heard voices. Low, intimate, wet sounds. I froze near the entrance gate. Harper had Elena bent over one of the wide lounge chairs by the pool’s edge. Her sundress was rucked up around her waist, panties dangling from one ankle. Harper stood behind her, pants open, driving into her with slow, powerful thrusts. The wet slap of skin on skin carried clearly in the night air. Elena moaned, pushing back against him, her full breasts spilling out of her dress as she gripped the chair.They weren’t embarrassed at all. Elena turned her head, caught sight of me, and simply smiled—a lazy, satisfied curve of her lips. Harper kept fucking her steadily, one hand on her hip, the other tangled in her hair.“Hey, honey,” she said breathlessly, voice husky. “We’ll be done soon.”