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Raj's Counter Campaign
Raj tears off his clothes and lifts Cookie onto the counter. She isn’t wearing any underwear, just as he likes. The way he plunges inside her is heated and savage. She wonders dazedly what changed his mind about slow fucking on the couch. Her nails with their demure French manicure claw at the marble countertop as he thrusts deep between her glistening golden thighs. After a few moments she asks him weakly if she can take her clothes off, she’s getting too hot and sweaty and her beautiful designer silk dress will soon be creased beyond all salvation! “No,” says Raj, and forces her leg higher, his fingers burning her flesh, “I don’t want to stop,” and she makes no further protest, her eyes closed and little whimpers falling from her lips as he continues his pounding, until he makes one final shuddering gasp and then becomes still, his cheek resting against her shoulder, his breath ragged in her ear. "I love you," she mouths silently, stroking the nape of his neck wit...
Rough
Vinnie has rough hands, thanks to his years spent working as a manual labourer. He still spends a lot of time working outside, tending to the vineyard and chopping wood and mending fences and doing the dozens of other jobs around the property that constantly need doing, and his hands are just as rough today as when Georgina met him. The skin of his palms is like gravel, dry and coarse and scratchy. The first time he touched her the difference between his hands and those of her husband Patrick thrilled and scared her....Patrick's hands were smooth and soft, but Vinnie's hands could easily chafe and damage her delicate flesh, Georgina was sure. He made her feel small and soft and fragile, like a budding flower. His rough, scaly hands completely enveloped her breasts, and her nipples ached to be sandpapered between his fingers. "Twist them," she said. He didn't right away, but just touched one with a fingertip, and both nipples hardened so quickly it was painful. His...
Mia Is Not a Germaphobe
Mia spreads her legs and jams two- then three- impatient fingers inside. Her right forefinger circles her clitoris, pretending to be Raj's tongue. " Cocksucker ," she whispers. Her fingers push deeper, slick with juice and urgency, no longer her fingers but Raj's fingers. No longer Raj's fingers, but Raj's cock. Her right forefinger slows and falters. How can his cock be inside her if his tongue is on her clit? That would be physically impossible. She grunts with frustration and starts again. His cock is thrusting deep inside her while his thumb massages her clit. Oh, yeah. You fucking dirty cocksucker. She tightens her muscles around her fingers and licks her right forefinger before touching herself again, her clit swollen and shiveringly sensitive, almost too painful to bear. Oh Raj, Oh my God- his imaginary thumb continues to rub, in perfect, agonizing rhythm with her fingers. A few more thrusts and - Her phone rings. Her fucking phone rings. Mia wipes ...