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Propping her elbows onto the table, she rested her chin upon her intertwined fingers, a fond smile on her lips. “Sunbae!” She called out to the other, who was too busy to even look her way but, she knew what would grab their attention. “Saranghaeyo.”

Haneul hadn’t been surprised when he had been called upon to stay after class, gathering up his books that he mostly used for a pillow rather than any actual studying. He imagined he knew what this was about: his latest exam score. When he applied himself, Haneul was smart, his grades back home good enough to send him to America on scholarship. But his heart had never been in academics. “So,” he began with disinterest, posture slouched and hands stuffed in his pockets. “What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?” 

Plot: Based on this post Open to: m/nb

If there was one thing Ivy was certain of, it was that she could always get her way. When it came to men, at least. Yet the one she had set out for had been stone cold for over a week now, eyes barely wandering every time she pushed the boundaries with certain outfits. Even if she did look after his kid on her days off, that didn’t mean he was entirely off limits. If it weren’t for the look she swore he gave her perhaps she would back off, but what harm would one last ditch effort do?

So Ivy broke out her favourite lingerie set, and when he was down in his office she quietly snuck upstairs and stripped down to the bare minimum. Hearing him finally enter the room, her back straightened slightly with resolve. “About time, I’ve been waiting for you, you know.”

After showing his last house for the day as a real estate agent, Adam returned home like usual, shucking off his shoes and popping open a bottle of beer. His son, he knew, would be fast asleep by now. Ivy was a reliable babysitter though recently she had been purposely  a bit tentalizing. Her purposeful wardrobe choices had not gone unnoticed, but Adam had endeavored to never let his gaze linger for long. It wouldn’t be appropriate. He may not be married yet he convinced himself that they should keep a strictly professional relationship. 

A line that was increasingly harder to remain drawn blurred further when he finally made his way to his bedroom, finding Ivy perched there in her flashy undergarments. “Jesus Christ, Ivy.” He closed his eyes only after an elongated look, scratching at his head. “Not that it isn’t rather obvious, but I’m going to ask anyway: just what are you trying to do here?”

open to younger males ~ 19-25.

“I thought I made it awfully clear when I needed your paper,” Emilie spoke, her eyes locked on the male’s as she stood by her desk. She’d told him to stay behind after class, having a hard time understanding why he’d failed to turn in his paper when he’d had the entire semester to do it. “The thing is, I’m not sure I can give you a passing grade in this class now and I know you need it,” she nodded, arms crossed over her chest. “Care to explain yourself or are we done here?”

Her head fell back as he began to drive his hips upwards as she continued to bounce on his cock with vigor. “Fuck…just like that.” She moaned, a chuckled mixing itself into the sound as he laid out his proposition. It was hardly a fair bet to make, Kim could see herself easily losing simply due to how sensitive her body could be to stimulation. Though something told her that regardless of the results they’d both be more than satisfied by the end of the storm. “Sounds unfair when I’m this close to cumming already.” She could feel the pressure building, the pleasure making her toes curl as more moans fell from her lips as her hips continued to bounce against Landon. 

Landon sunk into the cushions of the couch, hands gliding down to her ass and continuing to keep her spread as he tipped his head back, moaning. A pleasure of being with Kim was that he didn’t feel as if it all had to be mechanic. It could be fun. “Okay, okay, we’ll make it more balanced then.” He straightened his posture back up, purposely crooking his cock up against her more sensitive spots, able to read her body after having been inside of her so many times. “You get me to cum three times in the next hour and I’ll cook you whatever you want.” Granted that they had the ingredients. Waging sex as the reward seemed unnecessary considering he’d already proved he’d do anything, but he was a sex worker and if there was one thing he knew, it was orgasm contrl. 

There was a certain thrill that came from directing another person body and deciding their fate for the night. Owen was a little addicted to this rush, especially when it came to the beautiful girl in his arms. “I know baby, I know.” He groaned as she bit his lip, she could be so naughty and he loved it. “That’s just what you’ll get, darling.” He was already picking her up into his arms, hands on her thighs as he continued to kiss her, trying to be careful as they made their way to the bedroom.

Grace kissed him back deeply, pressing in against Sergio with a soft whine. “I do like you, I wouldn’t be kissing you if I didn’t like you.” She scoffed lightly. “You’re being silly, and you’re taking entirely too long about all of this. Hell I might as well just take what I want from you if you’re going to pussy foot around.” She nipped his bottom lip. “That is if you’re okay with being bossed around by a girl.”

She knew the script and memorized it fully by heart, understanding that this was just all trying to follow what was written on the page. Standard run-through procedure. As he laid her onto the kitchen table, cool glass beneath her, a little groan escaped her lips at the sensation on her skin. She allowed her arms to rest against the planes of his back, pouty lips locking his lower one in between her own. “Then I guess I’m always gonna have to be there for you, huh?” she replied teasingly, the smirk on her mouth still present. Her character was a vixen, the kind that boys should steer clear of; the heartbreaker that kissed them all and made them cry. A small gasp left her as he tugged down on her cami, the white lace bra she had worn that day peeking over the fabric. She pulled away to continue her lines: “Be your girl. But you’re gonna have to make me yours if you really want me. Show me how much you want me.” The scene called for her to take off her shirt and continue to kiss her costar, imitating the movements of having sex until it all faded to black. She knew she had to keep going until then, so she pushed him away slightly, lifting her cami off her body and tossing it to the side. The brunette then lowered him back down to her, legs wrapping around her director’s waist.

Kitty’s performance was right on point, exactly the direction that he was looking for. If she could repeat how she had just acted, then it would take minimal shots to capture the scene as Brent had envisioned it. If only the actor in his role could nail it. The male character was a man of fewer words with insecurities embedded underneath his skin. But he had no qualms about claiming what it was that he wanted, especially when he had his woman in his hands. Once she was wrapped about him, secure, Brent’s eyes trailed down the valley of her breasts, the display of cleavage enough to leave his cock throbbing in the confinement of his sweatpants. Licking at his lips, his eyes flicked to Kitty’s mouth. There was no need to rehearse the rest, yet Brent locked his gaze with Kitty’s, silently inquiring as the tension continued to build. His hands wrapped about her back, making swift work of the clasp of her bra with nimble, skilled fingers. There was only a brief pause, a moment of consideration, before his hands were letting go of the straps, gliding them down her arms and gauging Kitty’s face for a reaction.

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the room is heavy with incense– the light is low–and the candles light the room dimly. “we just–need a break.” she smiles as she shuts her computer and moves torwards him. her hair is damp still–and curling around her face in ringlets. she sheds her clothing– in moments and by the time she straddles his lap she’s in a lace bralette and panties–though she doubts she’ll keep either of those for long. “we can research in a minute–just– let me distract you.” her skin is cinnamon in this light– golden red and dark against the white, and when she straddles his lap the light dances across her skin. “physical activity can boost brain function–” she offers him a small smile and presses her mouth against his in a long over due kiss. “let me… stimulate.. your brain.”  

“Are you nervous or something?” The brunette asked curiously, happily leaning into the touch as he cupped her chin. “Well, I do like your moves.” Gracie laughed softly. “I sort of just assumed you wanted sex, not that you wanted to win me over first. I was pretty sure you knew I was totally into you already.” Brown eyes searched over Sergios face as Gracie blushed, feeling a little embarrassed for how brash she had been.

Owen held in a groan as she pressed her hand to his growing crotch, Aiyana was certainly naughty but he really didn’t mind. Actually, he loved it. “I know you will, baby girl.” He moved his hand down to hold her chin and tilt her head up more as they locked gazes. “You’re always so good for me, and you know how I love to ravage you.” He used his grip on her chin to urge her up on her feet so he could lean in and capture her lips in a deep kiss.

Nicola desperately wanted to feel his thick girth inside her, stretching out her extremely tight hole. The girl couldn’t help but watch Brent thrust his hips in between the valley of her breasts. She looked at how much he seemed to be enjoying it. His lips occasionally dropping then soon it was back inside his mouth. A small, mischievous smile plastered onto Nicola’s precious face.

      “Well, I’m glad that you’re not forgetting        about how tight I can be.”

Nicola couldn’t help but chortle as a response and nibble on her bottom lip. The girl longed to feel his thick dick inside her. She wanted him to tease her all night despite the fact that she wants him to slam inside her as well. Nicola wanted the tip of his cock to slide between her lips and tease her opening. The girl couldn’t help getting wetter by the minute the more she thought about it.

Brent certainly hadn’t forgotten how sweet her tight hole could be, but he had an itch that he wanted to scratch and Nicola’s breasts were doing just the trick to squeeze his cock for all that it was worth. He swirled his hips, hands reaching out to grip onto her tits, hands stretching out over hers and clasping her fingers. Licking at his lips, he moved a hand back to smack her breast lightly. 

“How do you want it, sweetheart? I know you must be dripping for me. You want me to slam you up against the wall? Want to ride me? Fuck you from behind? I can’t wait to see these tits of yours bounce when I pound into that pussy.”

He was building her up for it, more than ready now to get to the main event. Carefully, slowly, he eased his cock out of the valley of her breasts. Next time, he intended to cum all over that pretty chin of hers, but now he wanted to be inside of her when he unleashed his load, stroking at himself as he waited for Nicola to make up her mind.

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she feels his hand on her lap mid way through her steak. she’s done a good job so far of meeting his family– though the idea of meeting anyones family confused her. they seem not to mind the quirky chinese girl with the large smile and cheeky commentary. he seems distracted through out most of the dinner and she’d held herself back from her desire to pry. his hand moves up the soft fabric of her dress, pushing it aside whilst is searches for her inner thigh and gray forces her mind to remain at the table, with his family and not on the fact that she was wearing no underwear as she asked about his uncles job. she glances at him as she takes a sip of wine and feels heat flood her face. a question from someone on the table jolts her into reality. “oh– oh! right–yeah. sorry. wine makes me blush– i have no idea why. i’ve always been that way.” her giggle is innocent– but the way she spreads her legs a little is not. game on.

     Jaime gazed down at her, pleased at her mouth and her willingness. This would be a good one. They hadn’t assumed a friend would be depraved, so willing to service three hard cocks at once, but there she was. Damon stood, he and Jax pressing their hard members against her lips, just to see if she could handle it. Jax twisted her other nipple, grinning above. ”Such a good whore.” He said, unable to keep it in. With only a look at one another, they knew it was time to take it up a notch. “Are you ready to get fucked?” Jaime growled, eager to get at owning her other holes at the same time. She’d signed up for this, after all. “We’re going to fill every hole, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

♔♡ –—–   ❛❛ oh my god , oh my god , oh god yes !! oh f-fuck yes , ohhhhh !! f-feels so fucking good !  ❜❜ the pretty little slut can’t get enough , she’s moaning and dripping her sweet juices all over the bed like a bitch in heat . happily letting him use her tight pussy to unload into .  ❛❛ does my cunt feel GOOD ? does it feel nice && tight around your huge cock ? ❜❜

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“Tell Daddy how much you want him to make you feel good, baby.” Owen urged with a smile down at the other who was on their knees before him. He reached down, fingers siding through their hair with a soft hum. “You wont get anything until you say it, so just be good for me, wont you?” They were new to him, and he was just trying to train them into being good for him, testing their limits and finding out what kinks they really enjoyed.