Someone gave me a hand+blowjob in an Escape Room

Trapped in a haunted library escape room, I’m paired with a random girl named "Sarah"—dark hair, wicked smirk, a total flirt. What starts as puzzle-solving spirals into insanity when we cram into a hidden compartment, her ass grinding against me. With our group shouting clues inches away, her fingers unzip me, my hands plays her, and we ignite—frantic, soaked in sweat, jerking off each other. One wrong move, and we’re exposed. We pleasure in silence, all those little moans, controlling ourselves before they saw us. It was a total experience in escape room and I've been craving to fill her holes.@#exhibitionism @#thriller @#orgasm control

I ate her out while her parents were in the kitchen

I’m at her place, huge dining table, her parents serving chicken. She’s in her 20s, sweet as fuck—blouse, mini skirt barely covering her pussy, ponytail. But she’s got my dick in her hand under the tablecloth, stroking hard, fingers wet with spit. Table’s massive, hiding her filthy work. “Don’t make a fucking sound,” she whispers, her breath hot. Her parents yammer, clueless, while she jerks me, nails on my balls. I cum like a fucking hose, soaking her hand, some hitting her thigh. I bite my lip, shaking as she milks me dry. They clear plates, head to the kitchen—dishes clanging. She licks her cum-soaked fingers like ice cream, slow and nasty. “Fuck, your cum’s good,” she purrs, eyes burning. “Under the table,” she orders, skirt up, no panties, pussy dripping. I dive under, tongue on her clit, sucking hard. She tastes like pure fuck. “Eat my cunt,” she hisses, yanking my hair. I slam three fingers in, her pussy tight, gushing. She moans, too loud. “Honey, is everything alright?” her mom calls. She pulls my chair closer, legs locking my head. “Yeah! Just loving this dessert, mom,” she says, quivering. “Where is he?” “Bathroom break,” she lies, legs tightening. The scare makes me feral—nearly biting her clit, fingers pounding her cunt. She cums hard, pussy pulsing, soaking my face, napkin muffling her scream. I crawl out, face wet, dick hard. She’s flushed, smiling sweet. “You’re fucking trouble,” I whisper. “Wait till I suck your cock tomorrow,” she says, voice filthy. Her mom yells, “Pie okay?” “Fucking perfect,” she replies, like she didn’t just squirt while they washed dishes. @#exhibitionism @#submission @#erotic massage @#seduction

Caught in the Act

I thought I had the apartment to myself. It had been a long, frustrating day. I needed release—something to clear my head. The hot water of the shower felt perfect against my skin, and before I knew it, my fingers wandered. Just a little touch. A little more. I leaned back against the tile, eyes shut, breathing heavy as I started to rub slow, deliberate circles. I didn’t hear the front door open. Didn’t hear the footsteps in the hallway. Didn’t realize he was home early. I was too deep in it. One leg propped up on the shower wall, my hips gently rocking, the water mixing with my own wetness. I moaned softly—just once—and that’s when I heard it. “...Seriously?” I froze. I turned my head and there he was—Jake, my roommate, standing just outside the steamed-up glass. His expression was somewhere between shocked and... intrigued. My heart jumped into my throat. “Shit—! I thought you were working late!” He didn’t respond right away. Just stared through the foggy glass. Then he opened the door a crack. "You need a hand with that?" I was speechless. My face burned, but I didn’t stop him. He stepped in fully clothed, not even bothering to close the bathroom door behind him. His eyes dropped to my hand, still between my legs. He didn’t touch me at first. Just watched, breathing heavier by the second. “I’ve wanted to see you like this,” he said under his breath. I didn’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the heat, the embarrassment, the thrill of being caught—but I pulled him under the water, tugged at his shirt, and kissed him like I’d been waiting forever. He pinned me against the wall, water pouring down both of us, our bodies slick and needy. And when he slid inside me, I moaned louder than I meant to. I didn’t care anymore. Let the neighbors hear. I’d never felt so exposed… or so alive.

He caught me humping my pillow and I didn’t stop

Female POV. I don't know how to even put this without sounding completely crazy, but… it actually did happen. And I really can't shake it out of my head. It was quite late. I was just lounging in our dorm room alone. My guy roommate, my friend, said he'd be late. He had some party or something. I didn't push him. I just said, "Okay, cool," and stayed there. I wasn't doing anything naughty at first, I swear. I was just lying in bed in an old t-shirt, no shorts, nothin', just trying to sleep. Then I took one of my pillows and stuck it between my legs, just holding it there like that. I do it all the time. It relaxes me. But for some reason, that night just did feel different. I shifted my hips slightly. Then did it again. And before I knew it, I was sort of grinding into the pillow. Little, little movements. I wasn't even thinking. My body just. went for it. It was great. Much better than I imagined it would be. I bit my lip and just kept going. My breathing became really labored. My thighs were tight. I was really close. That's when I saw the door open. I thought I was dreaming at first. Then I glanced up—and there he was. Just standing there in the doorway, lugging the keys and the phone, and staring at me. I was completely shocked. I just froze. I couldn't even respond. The blanket had fallen from me. My top had been pulled up. My legs had straddled the pillow, and my hips still rolled into it. He didn't speak a word. He didn't even glance away. He simply stood there… looking at me. And the irony? I still didn't stop. I slowed down slightly, but I just kept moving. My body was almost there already. My face was all red, my heart was racing, but it was like I just couldn't help it. I buried my face in the pillow and let it all occur. I came like that—with him still present. So he finally got up. Just walked across to his side of the room, picked something up from his desk, then left again. He didn't say a word. And the following day? Normal. As if nothing occurred. But I could sense it… every time he glanced at me afterwards. Like he recalled each second.

Masturabating on Omegle

I am John, a 27-year-old college dropout who is still living with my parents. One day, I was on omegle trying to fliirt with some girls and showing them my dick but most of them skipped me. Then there was this girl who has some massive tits, I showed my dick and was expecting that she will skip me, but no, she then lift her shirt and showed me her tits. I started jerking off as soon as she lifted her shirt up. She then asked me if she could join me. I did not even stutter and said "show me your pussy and play with it". she then removed her panties and started playing with her pussy, she then started saying that she wants to ride my dick. we had an explosive orgasm/cum. Then she skipped after that, saying that she got tired.@#exhibitionism

My next door MILF neighbor

I just wanted to simply jerk off on a hot day just to relieve my horniness. I then looked at my bedroom window and I saw my neighbor Mrs. Florick masturbating using a vibrator. I then started jerking my hard dick as fast as I can. After a few seconds, she looked at my window and starts pointing her finger at me and she then insert it in her pussy, making me cum like a fucking stud.