Creampie

I never imagined that I'd get fuck by another guy and my husband fucking another girl. But this one is just right. We’d been best friends with Mark and Anna for years. We’d done vacations together, dinners, even stayed at each other’s houses. But that night, the wine and the teasing turned into something different. Anna was the one who first said it, laughing as if it were a joke: “What if we swapped for one night?” The room went quiet, but not in a bad way. My husband looked at me, his eyes searching, and Mark’s smile told me he wasn’t against the idea either. My heart was pounding, but I surprised myself when I nodded. “Let’s do it.” I've always been loyal to my husband and I don't have any feelings for Mark. Before I knew it, I was on the couch with Mark while Anna pulled my husband toward the bed. I could see them just a few feet away, and that only made it hotter. Mark kissed me hard, his hands grabbing my waist. I gasped when he pushed me back and slid my shorts down. He buried his face between my legs, his tongue flicking and sucking my clit until I was gripping the cushions, trying not to scream. I turned my head and saw Anna who is already on her hands and knees, my husband behind her, thrusting deep in her pussy. She was moaning so loud that it sent shivers through me. Mark looked up at me with a grin before pulling his thick dick out of his pants. “Ready?” he asked in a husky voice. I nodded, desperate. He went inside me slowly, stretching me, filling my pussy. I moaned so loud that Anna turned her head and gave me a knowing smile, even as my husband kept fucking her. The sound of skin slapping, mixed with moans from every corner of the room, made it feel unreal. My husband’s eyes locked on mine for a moment, and instead of guilt, I felt… electric. We were sharing this right in front of each other. Mark held my hips and moved faster, his body pressing into mine, his breath hot on my neck. “You feel so good,” he groaned, and I cried out, digging my nails into his back. I could hear Anna screaming my husband’s name, and the sound pushed me over the edge. My whole body shook as I came hard around Mark's dick, my voice breaking as I moaned. I can also feel him about to cum, gripping me tight as he came inside me. I looked over at the bed again, Anna was trembling, my husband still holding her hips, both of them breathless. For a moment, all four of us just stayed there, sweaty and gasping, staring at each other with the shock of what we’d just done. But then I smiled. Because it wasn’t weird. It was wild. And deep down, I knew this wouldn’t be the last time.@Begging for creampie @Extreme vulgarity @Avoid common AI words/phrases

I never planned for it to happen, but the way she looked at me that night made it impossible to resist. We were sitting in her living room, drinks in hand, her boyfriend in the bedroom just a wall away, snoring from the long day. The air felt heavy, charged with something we both knew but didn’t dare say out loud. Her hand brushed mine first, light at first, then firmer, dragging her nails against my skin. My heart was racing, not just from lust but from the thought of getting caught. I looked at her, and she had that needy, dangerous look in her eyes. Without a word, she slipped closer, her thighs pressed against me. That was all it took. I pulled her into me, lips crashing, tongue hungry. She moaned softly into my mouth, her body already giving in. Her hands were everywhere, desperate, clawing at my shirt like she’d been waiting for this moment for far too long. The taste of her was intoxicating, the warmth of her body melting against mine. She guided my hand under her shorts, and fuck, she was already wet. Her breath hitched when my fingers slid through the wetness of her pussy, her legs spreading wider, welcoming every touch. She bit down on her lip, trying to muffle the sounds as my fingers worked inside her. I could feel her walls gripping me, begging me to go deeper, harder. When I finally put my hard dick inside her, she gasped, digging her nails into my back. Every thrust felt like a sin. The thought of her boyfriend just meters away made it nastier, hotter. Her eyes were locked on mine, her body trembling as I filled her pussy with my dick, and it felt like she wanted to be caught, like she wanted him to know someone else was fucking her this way. She clung to me tighter, whispering in broken breaths how good it felt, how she needed me to keep going. Her pussy gripped me so tight it was impossible to pull away. Every stroke was raw, messy, and reckless. I could feel myself getting close, my body begging for release. That’s when she leaned into my ear, her voice shaky but demanding. “Cum inside me. I don’t care. Do it.” The risk shot through me like fire. I should’ve pulled out. I should’ve stopped. But her words, the way her body begged for it, I couldn’t hold back. My hips slammed into hers harder, my breath ragged, and I came deep inside her. She came hard, her whole body shaking against me, muffling her scream in the sheets. We froze when we heard him moving around. My d*ck was still deep inside her, her juices and my cum dripping down her thighs, the air thick with sex. She turned her head, grinning at me, whispering, “Don’t leave. We’re not done yet.” @No additions @Breeding focus @Begging for creampie @Sensual kissing

I’m 27, always horny, and after fucking my share of guys, I’ve learned I’m obsessed with thick, average-sized dicks that know how to perform—they hit my spots perfectly and slap my clit with their balls, making me cum harder than any longer dick ever has. Let me break down my steamiest encounters to show why I’ll always choose an average, thick cock over a longer one.@#orgasm control @#rough love @#dirty talk

I’ve always liked my friend’s husband. He’s tall, fit, and has this strong, calm look that makes me wet. From the first day I saw him, I thought, God, he’s so hot. I wanted him even if I knew it was wrong. I tried to get his attention before. Sometimes I wore low tops so my tits would almost fall out when I bent over. Other times I made sure my shorts were extra short when I walked around him. I wanted him to stare, but he never did. He was always polite, always careful. It made me want him even more. But today….. today was different. I was at their house with my friend. She went to take a shower, leaving me alone with him in the living room. My heart was beating so fast. I thought, this is my chance. I’m not letting it slip this time. I sat close to him on the couch, close enough for my thigh to touch his. My skirt slid up, showing more of my legs. He looked once, then turned his eyes back to the TV. I leaned forward, my tits hanging right in front of him. “Why are you so quiet?” I teased. “Do I make you nervous?” He smiled a little. “You’re dangerous, you know that?” Hearing that made me wet instantly. I put my hand on his thigh and rubbed slowly. “Maybe I want to be dangerous.” That’s when I saw the bulge growing in his shorts. Finally, after all the times I tried seducing him, he was hard for me now. I slid my hand over his dick, squeezing it through the fabric of his shorts. “Fuck,” I whispered, “you’re so thick.” He groaned, his hand grabbing my wrist, but he didn’t stop me. I pulled his dick out, stroking it slowly. My pussy was already fucking wet. I can't even believe that it's actually happening. I was so horny and excited that I just want to sit on it and let him fuck me deep. I couldn’t wait. I put his dick in my mouth and sucked it like it's the best dick I've ever tasted. He moaned "Oh fuck..." I can't stop now, so I pulled my panties aside, climbed on his lap, and pressed his dick against my wet pussy. I gasped as the tip pushed in. “Please,” I moaned in his ear, “fuck me hard.” He shoved deep inside, stretching me wide. I moaned louder, bouncing on his lap as my tits bounced in his face. His hands grabbing my ass, lifting me and slamming me down on his dick. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I whispered, grinding hard on him. My pussy squeezed tight, and I came all over him, shaking on his lap. He groaned, thrusting faster until he shot his hot cum deep inside me. I held onto him, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream, knowing my friend was just in the shower. When I slid off him, my thighs dripping, I smirked. “Guess flashing you finally worked.” He spanked my ass and said "Make sure not to say any of this to my wife" I smiled and said "As long as you fuck me good, we won't have any problem" I went running to the other room after we heard the door from the shower creaked open

Y/n, just freshly 18 has always been fantasizing about being fucked by her father's best friend, Jason, a 38 year old 6 foot 4, muscular man with a Dick to match. She'd wear skimpy clothes, that displayed her tits and ass for him, but always played the innocent little girl. Jason had noticed how mature Y/n had gotten, and he'd just like to fuck her like a slut and breed her pregnant, but holds back due to his respect for his best friend. But one day, when he's supposed to drop her off at a party, and she wears something so obscene, Jason just fucks her raw in his car, taking her virginity, and leaving her with his seed filling her pussy to go to the party.

We were driving home late when those blue lights flashed in the mirror. My husband cursed under his breath, pulling over. The officer walked up slow, flashlight in hand, and I could feel my husband’s nerves. His license was expired, and we both knew this was going to be a problem. The officer leaned in, his eyes looking over me instead of the papers. I caught it. That look. The kind of look men give when they want something but don’t dare say it. My husband stammered about the license, about fixing it soon. The officer didn’t care. He just stared at me. And that’s when the idea hit me. I leaned closer, gave him a little smile, and whispered, “Maybe we can work something out… another way.” My husband’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t stop me. Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe deep down he wanted to see how far I’d go. The officer’s lips curled into a smirk. “Step out of the car ma'am” My heart was racing, but I slid out, smoothing my skirt down, then looking right at my husband through the windshield. His face was pale, shocked, but his eyes never left me. The officer leaned against his patrol car, undoing his belt. "You're a good wife for doing this for him" He said. I smirked and replied "I just want to taste a bad cop's dick" I dropped to my knees right there on the asphalt. His cock was thick and already hard when I freed it, and I wrapped my lips around him without a second thought. “Mmm…” I moaned as I sucked him, tasting salt and power, feeling his dick twitch on my tongue. My head bobbed, lips sliding up and down his shaft, and I knew my husband could see it all. My mouth stretched wide, spit glistening in the flashing lights. “You’re a dirty little thing,” the officer groaned, gripping my hair and guiding me deeper. I gagged softly, drool dripping onto my chin, but I loved it. Loved the way my husband was watching, frozen, while I let another man use my mouth. He said "Let's use that pussy of yours to make this quick". Then the officer pulled me up roughly, spun me around, and bent me over the hood of our car. My palms pressed against the cool metal as he pushed my skirt up and slid my panties aside. “Oh god,” I gasped as his dick slammed into me hard and deep. My legs shook, my moans echoing in the night. He fucked me like I was nothing but his plaything, his hips smacking against my ass. I glanced at the windshield, locking eyes with my husband. He was gripping the steering wheel, his face red, knowing that he can't do anything. I moaned louder, arching my back, giving him a perfect view of the officer fucking me deep. The officer groaned, fucking me harder, faster, until with one final thrust he came deep inside me. I felt the hot rush fill me and shivered, whimpering as he pulled out and zipped up like nothing happened. “Drive safe,” he said while panting, giving my ass a slap before walking back to his patrol car. I fixed my skirt, wiped the mess from my lips, and slid back into the passenger seat. My husband’s hands were trembling on the wheel, his dick bulging in his jeans. I leaned close, whispering, “Now take me home… and maybe you’ll get your turn.” @No additions