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“Imagined bending you over the couch the second you walked in.” Sophia arched into his touch. “Do it.” He groaned, spinning her around so fast the room blurred. One strong arm banded around her waist, bending her forward over the back of the plush sectional. The cover-up rode up, exposing her ass, bare, except for the thin strings of her bikini bottoms. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, palming both cheeks, spreading them. “No panties under this? You came here ready to be fucked, didn’t you?”

he whispered passionately. Beverley swallowed. She slowly turned her body to lie on her stomach on the sofa. Then Brent roughly pulled her waist and ass up. Her knees and elbows became the fulcrums of her body. She was a little surprised. Now she was in the position of a crawling baby. The man hugged her from behind while squeezing her freely hanging breasts. “Mmhhh... Brent.” She looked back, and he was kissing her shoulder. Two of his fingers twisted her nipples and sent stimulation through her body.

B wanted to slide inside his newfound treasure. Keeping her hands tied to the cleat, B picked up her hips and slowly turned her over, so that her weight rested on her knees and her ass pointed high to the moon. He toyed with the idea of some surprise anal but passed. Some things were more fun for everyone when they weren’t surprises.

“Now what?” “Bend over the table, behind the cue ball…” Brea did, more than vaguely aware of her shorts creeping up her thighs, dangerously close to the under curve of her derrière, then glanced over her shoulder. “Like this?” He tore his gaze away from her backside, then frowned. “Damn, you really are a little thing. You might have to stand on the tips of your toes to get your arms on the table for a good shot.” She did, feeling the muscles in her legs tighten and her butt lift in the air.

“You deserve it after everything we’ve done tonight.” Nova raised an eyebrow, smirking playfully as she stretched out across the bed. “You’re going to give me a massage, huh?” Bentley chuckled, the sound low and warm as he uncapped the bottle. “Oh, you’ll see. I am very good with these hands.” He poured a small amount of the oil into his hands, rubbing them together before gently pressing his palms to her shoulders. His touch was firm, but not too rough, his hands working to ease the tension in her muscles.

'Bend over,' he commanded, his voice low and rough, like gravel. Lisa complied without hesitation, draping her upper body over the padded arm of the couch. Her short skirt flipped up easily, revealing her bare ass cheeks, round and firm, with no panties in sight. The sight hit Alex like a punch—her puckered hole winking slightly, her pussy lips already swollen and slick below it.

Shifting uncomfortably, he took another step closer so that the front of his body now pressed against mine. 'Bend over the sofa'. He ordered before stepping away from me again. I just stared at him, blinking a few times. 'Bend. Over. The. Sofa!'. He sounded more forceful this time. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I walked the few steps over to the sofa and bent down over her, Forcing my b*tt up in the air.

My body responded to hers like it was built for exactly this purpose and nothing else. I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked myself a few times‚ getting fully hard again‚ and she watched me do it with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Bend over‚" I told her. She did. She leaned forward and gripped the top of the seat with both hands and arched her back so deep that her ass pushed up and out toward me like a fucking invitation. The curve of her spine was ridiculous. She looked like something out of a dream standing there like that‚ bent over and waiting for me‚ her thighs slick and her pussy swollen and pink and absolutely ruined from the first round.

"Thanks for coming to check on me." Chris smiled back at her, his eyes filled with concern. "Of course, I'm happy to help," he said. "Now, how about I get you some water or something?" Anne got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen to get Chris a drink. But just as she was reaching for a glass, she called out to Chris. "Hey, Chris, can you come here for a sec?" Anne asked, her voice strained. Chris got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, where he found Anne struggling to reach a glass on the top shelf. She was stretching up, her body swaying precariously, and Chris quickly moved to catch her, his hands wrapping around her waist to steady her.