Lust surged through me like a wild fever as I knelt before Jacob’s rigid member, a nasty hunk of smooth flesh that quivered and growled with expectation. My mouth flooded with saliva as my tongue lapped sensuously at the most intimate crevices like a starving animal, consuming and devouring, never once doubting the intensity of pleasure ahead.
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An angel with impure thoughts, Jonathan approached me with carnal fervor—eyes as black as his soul, dripping with wicked desire. His hands held me in an intimate embrace as we became lost in the night, exploring each other in a dark and ravishing initiation.
He clamped down hard on my ass. His slow, deep thrusts stretched me wider and suddenly I felt broken and pleasure stabbed me from all angles. He kept hammering, faster and harder, an aching, dark pleasure stretching me to the limits. I gasped in ecstasy and surrendered to his power, my pleasure coursing through me like an unstoppable river.
Henry pushed his rod into me, slowly but surely. His thrusts were deep and powerful, sending sweats of pleasure and pain down my spine. His heavy breathing filled the room, a symphony of heat and electricity. My cries for more, his need for release echoing between us. This was my fantasy becoming a reality.