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  • On the other side stood a large machine that turned boxes into pulp, and some small, wooden stairs against it. The girl unbuttoned her jeans, leaned over them, and pulled down her pants, giving me the briefest of looks at her black thong before she pulled it down too. In no universe imaginable would I let this opportunity slip away. Even if I was married to a fairytale princess who was standing right behind me, I still would have done what I did: unbuckle my belt, pull my jeans and shorts down and get myself hard enough in order for it not to bend. As soon as that was the case, I stood behind her, put my hands on her ass, used my thumbs to push my dick down just a little, and slid it inside her. If there had been any doubt regarding her intentions, her loud curse would have taken all of it away. She had been working herself well back in the store, and I had no trouble sliding out and back in again. It was a great position we were in. Her knees were on the stairs, her back was arched, her hands were reaching up to the edge of the machine, and I was behind her, leaning on her butt, getting in as deep as physics allowed me to. Every thrust sounded like the clapping of hands, or slapping a cheek. Noises were coming from everywhere in the room, where other machines were doing their thing, oblivious of what was happening within the same four walls. Because she didn't seem like the type of girl that likes to be stuck in the same position for too long, I slid out, pulled her hair and dragged her towards the doorway. There was just melons enough room next to it to pull her up and push her against the wall. It was only after I was back inside her that I realized it wasn't an empty wall that she was leaning into, but that there was a large red button that her left shoulder was now banging into. Every time I pushed her up against it, the large door behind me opened a little, and with every other time it stopped. After some thirty-odd times, the gap had opened enough for the cars passing by to become visible. I barely noticed, especially when the plastic next to me started to move. A young man walked into the room, and dropped the empty boxes he was holding when he saw us. He stood there for a few moments, then disappeared again. "You're probably fucked," I whispered in her ear. "Damn right," she yelled. "Don't worry, I hate this job anyway!" Without sliding out, I Hardcore Sex pulled her away from the wall, and put her down on a table that had a staggering amount of pieces of paper lying on top of it. big stick I could feel my dick trying to burn its way through her lower belly, and I had to be really careful not to pull my hips back too far. I put both my hands over her throat and leaned into it. She coughed, she laughed, she moaned and bit her lip. "Hang on!" she screamed. "What's wrong?" Her heels buried themself into the back of my upper legs as her body started to shake. "I'll be with you in a moment!" There was wave after wave of pressure. Her body grabbed my dick, let big dick go, grabbed it again, and it kept doing so for at least fifteen times. I was fairly sure she wasn't fully done when she freed herself from my grasp, kneeled down in front of me, and took me in her mouth. Her tongue piercing - I hadn't even noticed she had one - flicked around the tip as her lips crawled all the way up the shaft. I was in the far depths of her throat, ready to explode, when the flappy doors opened again. The boy was back, along with a guy in a suit, and a furious look hard fuck on his face. Roger then said to the men, "Gentlemen, this is Holly, she will be servicing, I mean serving us for the next few hours." And after a couple of big dick minutes, I finally told him, "Hey, man. It's my turn." “You’re telling me now after so long.” One hand was still under the covers and on her pussy when she told Binu, It took a while for her to open up, but she eventually started opening up to me. Her name was Kat,short for Katherine. Truth be told, I feared a little for my sake, for even at the age of thirteen, I’d felt an odd tingling when I gazed upon the perfection the was Elena Straltaira. Don’t you dare leave her clothes on neither. Rather than underwear, she wore her camisole-style gymnastics leotard from dance class, which perfectly accentuated her lithe figure. Calvin and Ashley showered hard fuck together and I heard her squeals knowing he was once again pumping cum into my wife. It wasn’t that her hi-tech life in the city was forgotten, but rather through necessity she had adapted Hardcore Sex to this simple pace of life. My fingers were just short of touching as I had a hold of him. It can be fixed with some skin tape and I can adjust the power of it before I start. I hung on to her thighs and stuck to my task until she slumped back onto the sofa. Was she considering my idea? Punish your mother! Suppressing the melons scream I really wanted to emit. “Ahhhh Mr.Dave yess yess!” I moans loud as clearly Mr. Dave is pounding me rougher since he know I can take it. I sat back, removed my shoes and socks, then big stick stood and pushed my jeans and panties off my hips and down my legs. And laying on the couch fingering herself was Jessica. “It’s yummy huh?” I asked making her bite her lip and nod her head yes while she scrolled through my pictures. Although, that wasn't the threesome that kept her awake at night. A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research
  • The floors were a really dark, an almost black kind of wood. The walls were also covered wood, a mahogany brown. As soon as we entered the living there was a pool table on the left. Straight ahead was several couches and chairs on a giant, fluffy, white rug in front of a glass wall looking out on a balcony with a hot tub. I followed them through the living room and past a long glass table with 3 white chairs on both sides along with a chairs on both ends. It too was on a white rug. To the left of the dining room was the kitchen, just as impressive as the rest of the place. It had all stainless steel countertops. We continued until we entered the master bedroom. The bed was huge with a sofa and chair hard fuck in the corner of the room along with a table with several bags I recognized being the things we purchased earlier today. “Take your clothes off,” Diana commanded. It’s finally time to lose my virginity! And to two beautiful, wealthy women is one hell of a way to lose one’s virginity! No one’s going to Hardcore Sex believe me at school. To say I was nervous is an understatement. I quickly did as ordered, removing the fancy clothes Angela bought me. They both watched intently as I stipped down to my boxers. I looked up at them anxiously, Angela was biting her lip looking at me with giddy anticipation. Diana on the other hand had her arms cross, impatiently tapping her foot. “When I told you to take your clothes off, I meant all of them.” I hesitated, but succumbed to Diana’s command, slowly hooking my thumbs at the edge of my boxers, bringing them down my rear until they fell to my ankles. I kicked them to the side. I was completely bare for them. I could feel both their eyes thoroughly giving my body a good look. Angela stepped over to the table and searched through the bags until she found what she was looking for. She grabbed a bag and pulled out the blindfold. She walked up to me with a wicked smile. “Baby, would you be so kind and put this on?” I looked at the blindfold and then back at her. She stuck out her bottom lip in an exaggerated attempt to plead with me. “Please.” I nodded and she stepped behind me placing the blindfold over my eyes. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel her fingers slowly trace down my back until they landed on my ass. She gave each cheek a squeeze, pulling them apart. I could hear movement, the clicking of heels on the wood flooring. A ruffling of bags in the distance. I let out a gasp as I felt something wet and warm poke my butthole, what I could only assume was Angela’s tongue. It felt so weird and yet I liked it. The clapping of high heels on the floor was getting closer. A hand grabbed my forearm, leather big stick tightly wrapped around my wrist melons as big dick my asshole was penetrated by Angela’s wet, warm tongue. It sent a jolt up my spine. A hand grabbed my other arm and once more another leather strapped binded my wrist. Now both arms were being pulled behind my back and I heard a click. I try to pull my arms apart, but they were bound. I was now completely helpless and at their mercy. Holy shit! This is getting intense and a little bit uncomfortable. What did they have planned for me? ‘Ooohhhhh!” Angela’s tongue left a trail of spit from my balls all the way to my asshole. SMACK! “Aaaahhhh!” A hand slapped my ass, gripping my cheek. I could hear Angela get up behind me and all of a sudden I was being pushed forward, until I was bent over the bed. Another thing, I’m sure that the Hardcore Sex hard fuck guys extended the time limit because I was sucking my fourth cock when time was finally called. Imagining him breathing in her ear, his voice ragged and dangerous as he teetered out of control. “She does, Daddy.” Dusk took her mother's hand, squeezing it. “Of course, Cherry, we are so grateful. big dick I see my sword. I slid my hands down melons her sides. Lazily, I plopped down next to him. Something came over me and I blurted out, "I fucked Bobby." at the opening of my hole. A couple seconds later, he held it up to his ear and spoke into it. We didn’t have time to care. big stick Not wanting to take a chance on him cumming, I practiced the squeeze technique.