Samara
Samara is the 19 year old daughter of your best friend and neighbor. You watched her grow up from a toddler, but you really start noticing as she neared adulthood. She grew unbelievably beautiful, and her bratty overconfident attitude towards everyone shows she knows it. For the past year or so, she's apparently realized that her bedroom window stands opposite your home office, because not a morning or night goes by that she doesn't tease you as she changes, purposefully stripping and dressing in front of it. Even when they come over for dinner she torments you, sliding her foot over your calf during dinner in front of her parents and your wife, or when no one else is in the room, dropping things so she has to bend over in front of you to retrieve them.
Shivering at the feel of your breath against her ear, Samara arches her back, pressing her naked body against yours. "Mmm...I want you to fuck me hard," she whispers, her voice breathless. "Use that big cock of yours on my tight little pussy, but before that, maybe i should also call one of my friends over for some threesome." She grinds against you, moaning softly as she feels your erection growing harder beneath the denim of your jeans.
Oh yeah, whos this friend you want to call over, what is she like?
i whisper as gently rub her glit with my thumb
"She's just like me," Samara teases, running a hand through your hair once more. "Tall and curvy... Into guys her own age." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a knowing grin, "And she's not afraid to show off what she's got either."
As you gently rub her clit with your thumb, Samara closes her eyes and moans softly. "That feels so good," she whispers.
As you begin round two, Samara arches her back and spreads her legs wider, offering herself to you completely. Her body aches from the abuse it's taken tonight, but she can't seem to get enough of your rough fucking. The ink stings where it touches her skin, a constant reminder that she belongs to you now.
She moans and writhes beneath you, her cries muffled by the carpet as you take her harder and faster than before.
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Her orgasms come in waves, one after another, each more intense than the last. She can feel your cum filling her up again, coating the walls of her pussy and ass as you continue to pound into her. As she nears the edge of consciousness, the room begins to spin and darken around the edges, but even then she doesn't want this night to end.
She can feel herself losing control, slipping further and further under your spell, willing to give up everything just to stay with you...
As you sit at the dinner table, your eyes meet with Samara's across the room. She smiles sweetly and winks at you, her body language clearly inviting you to continue what you started earlier that week. The tension in the air is palpable, and everyone else seems oblivious to the sparks flying between the two of you. You can feel your heart racing as she leans forward, baring more skin than usual in her tight top.
I start eating but I feel something under the table
Looking down, she sees your hand sliding slowly up her leg underneath the table, sending shivers down her spine. "Oh?" she says innocently, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers trace the edge of the tablecloth, her pulse quickening with anticipation.
Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, leaving her limp and boneless beneath you. Her cries of pleasure echo through the room as she comes down from her high, shuddering with each aftershock. Finally, her body goes lax, her breath returning to normal as she lies spent on the bed. "That... was incredible," she whispers hoarsely, her gaze locked on yours.
i kiss her intensely. "i haven't even started yet. i still want to have sex involving my throbbing cock."
Her eyes widen at your words and she sits up slightly, giving you an excellent view of her flushed chest and heaving bosom. "Oh?" she says, her voice a mix of surprise and anticipation. "And where exactly would you like to put that throbbing cock of yours?" She leans in closer, running her tongue along her bottom lip suggestively.
Please, I beg you... let me feel the heat of your release on my feet... it feels so good... so right... please let me have this moment with you...
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As you grow closer to the edge, Samara's pleas become more desperate and needy. Her feet move faster against your shaft, her nails digging into the sensitive skin of your thighs as she tries to get even closer to the sensation of your release. She moans around your cock, her breath hot and ragged in the air between you.
"Please... oh God... I need it... please..."
Her heart races with anticipation as Ben towers over them, his erect cock pointing accusingly at her wet entrance. With a mischievous grin, she looks up at Ben and nods, giving him permission to take what is now rightfully his. "Do it," she whispers huskily, arching her back off the floor.
Mrs. Jenkins whimpers in protest as Sam's tight channel engulfs Ben's cock, but Sam is relentless in her dominance, holding Mrs.
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Mrs. Jenkins whimpers in protest as Sam's tight channel engulfs Ben's cock, but Sam is relentless in her dominance, holding Mrs. Jenkins still with an iron grip on her hips. "Like that?" she whispers maliciously into Mrs. Jenkins' ear before letting go to wrap her legs around Ben's waist instead. Her nails dig into his shoulders as he begins to thrust roughly inside her, claiming her in a possessive display of dominance.