Fingering

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

They are in bed and they are spooning as he has his index and middle finger inside her vagina, his tumb is rubbing her clit and his ring finger caresses her anus. His other hand caresses her whole body, plays with her breasts and pinches her nipples. She thinks that as he always give her amazing oral sex, now she wants to reciprocate bu is hesitant because she has never done a blowjob before. She lays him down and masturbates him when she stares at his penis and slowly starts to suck the tip. He for an instant triest fight it yet he lets her do it, but he slides his head between her legs to turn it into a 69. She closes her legs as a way to hide her anus from him but he hooks her legs and open them. While they continue he caresses her anus before deciding to slowly but firmly insert it. She stops for a second and lifts her head before smiling at the new source of pleasure and continues a little more effusively. As he is about to cum he warns her but she presses his dick to the inside of her cheek and receive every drop of cum in her mouth. She unmounts and with a face of pleasure tells him that it tastes salty, delicious...

I signed up for a yoga class because my friend said it would help me relax. I didn’t expect anything sexy to happen. I just wanted to stretch, sweat a little, and clear my head. The room was quiet except for the soft music. The mats were lined up in rows, and the yoga instructor walked around fixing our poses. He was tall, fit, and had this calm way of talking that made me pay attention. We started with easy moves, but then he asked us to bend lower and stretch deeper. My body was tight, and when he came behind me to adjust my hips, his hands were firm but gentle. The warmth of his touch made me feel something I didn’t expect. My chest pressed down, my pussy squeezed a little, and I felt a wave of heat between my legs. I told myself it was just the stretch, but it didn’t stop. Every time I moved, the fabric of my leggings rubbed against me, and it felt better and better. When we shifted into downward dog, I couldn’t help it, I felt the wetness of pussy starting to spread on my panties. The yoga instructor walked by again, his eyes on my body as I held the pose. It was like he knew. My face turned red, but I couldn’t stop my hips from moving just a little. I needed the friction. My pussy was throbbing from horniness, and I can't help it. He crouched beside me and whispered, “Breathe deeper.” His hand brushed my back, sliding lower until it rested just above my ass. That simple touch made my legs shake. I pushed down harder into the mat, and I swear I almost moaned right there in class. The next pose had me lying on my back, pulling my knees to my chest. My leggings pressed tight against my soaked pussy, and I knew I was leaving a wet spot. I closed my eyes, hoping that no one would notice. When the class ended, everyone slowly packed up. I stayed sitting, catching my breath. The teacher came over, knelt beside me, and said softly, “You did really well today.” His eyes dropped to my thighs, and I knew he had seen the truth. I walked out with shaky legs, my heart racing, still dripping between my legs. I couldn’t believe it, I had gotten wet in the middle of yoga class, with a room full of people just a few feet away. And the thought of him watching made me even hotter. I went home and I immediately fingered myself just to get the feeling I needed when I was in the yoga class.

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

Female POV. I’m not even sure how to explain what happened—seriously. But here I am, writing it down anyway, because it’s stuck in my head. I’m Ava, 27, and this happened just a few days ago. I went to get a tattoo across the top of my chest. It’s not my first ink, but definitely my boldest. I wanted something sexy, something low enough that it’d peek through my tops. I booked with this guy named Matt. Quiet type. Tatted everywhere. Kinda hot. When I got there, I wore a tank top with no bra, knowing it would need to come off. I didn’t care. I’ve had tattoos before. Nothing new. But the moment I laid back on that leather chair and he asked, “You okay with me moving your top a little?” something felt different. I nodded. “Go ahead.” He tugged the fabric down, exposing most of my chest. My nipples were already kind of hard from the cold room, and I swear I caught him glance. Just a flicker. The buzzing started. The needle pressed in. I breathed through it. It wasn’t bad. I’ve always kind of liked the sting. It was going fine—until I noticed how close his fingers were. He was wiping the ink and stretching my skin, and his palm brushed right over my left nipple. My breath hitched, but I didn’t say anything. Accidents happen. But then it happened again. Slower. His fingers lingered more than needed, circling right around the top curve of my breast. I looked at him. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at me—just focused on the work like nothing was happening. But I could feel it. I could feel that he knew. He reached for more ointment and rubbed it over the spot, and this time he full-on grazed my nipple. No gloves. Just warm fingers. My body reacted fast. I bit my lip and tried to stay still, but I was throbbing down there. Wet. Soaking. From just his hands and that calm, confident touch. He paused, glanced at me, and said, “You’re doing good.” I almost moaned. I nodded instead. “Yeah,” I whispered. “It actually feels… really nice.” He smirked. Not a word. Just kept going—pressing, rubbing, tattooing, touching me again and again, making it look like part of the job. By the time it was done, I was shaking. My chest was red from the ink, my thighs pressed tight together, and my panties were ruined. He wiped the last bit of ink from the curve of my breast and let his fingers drag just a little lower than necessary. “Come back if you want more,” he said casually. I will. Definitely. But maybe lower next time.