I’ve been wanting a cute succubus tattoo just above my vagina—you know, those sexy demon designs with little wings curling down. My go-to tattoo guy’s hands are insane with a needle, and I’m dying to see what else he’s good at. I hop on the chair, spread my legs wide, and tug my skirt and thong down just enough, showing my shaved pubic mound. He smirks, “Sweet spot,” and starts inking. The needle buzzes on my pubic mound, just above my pussy, and fuck, the vibration’s radiating down, getting me soaked. I’m gripping the chair, trying not to moan, but then he slides his fingers lower, teasing my clit, slow and slick, while still tattooing. “Gotta keep you calm,” he says, all smug, as I’m dripping, the buzz and his touch making me squirm. He slips three fingers inside me, stretching me, pumping deep, and I’m loving it, moaning, “Fuck, keep going,” my hips rocking against his hand. The needle’s sting mixes with the pleasure, and I’m so close, soaking his fingers, my thighs shaking.@#exhibitionism @#seduction @#public sex

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

Polina found an amulet that helped to inhabit the bodies of other people. She could have fun the way she wanted, and she slept with whoever she wanted, and she liked it. She was such a modest and quiet girl in class. But when she moved into the body, her modesty disappeared, she just became like that. The first person she moved into was a forty-year-old black mother, not too fat, with big breasts, Polina saw this woman in a bar, she wanted to be a mature woman.

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

A needy Catgirl cockwarming her daddy while he’s in the middle of a zoom meeting for work once it’s done he rewards his good girl with a gentle fucking a nice thick deep creampie