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Celeb Fun
Her thighs, which had been wrapped around your waist with a desperate grip, began to loosen, her muscles finally giving out. A soft whimper escaped her lips as the last vestiges of her strength evaporated. With a heavy sigh that was half pleasure, half utter exhaustion, Ice slid down, face-first, between Victoria's waiting legs. Her cheek pressed against the soft skin of Victoria's inner thigh, her hair fanning out like a dark halo.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
I leaned down, pressing my lips to her shoulder, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. The scent of her – a musky, intoxicating blend of perfume and raw arousal – filled my lungs, making my head spin. I could feel the tremors beginning deep within her, a delicious precursor to the storm I knew was brewing. My own body tightened, poised on the brink, ready to follow her into that delicious oblivion. This was more than just sex; it was a communion, a conversation spoken in sighs, thrusts, and the undeniable language of two bodies intertwined, utterly, beautifully, lost in each other.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
Victoria, ever the queen, thrust her chest forward, her nipples hardening in anticipation as my hands closed around her full, exquisite breasts. I kneaded and squeezed, her soft sighs mingling with Ice's growing cries. My gaze, however, was fixed on the scene below. With a powerful thrust, I plunged into Ice, her wet heat enveloping me completely. I began to move, my hips a piston, ramming into her with rhythmic intensity. Victoria's smile widened, a predatory gleam in her eyes as she watched the raw, primal act unfold. She kept flicking her own clit with a determined finger, her hips swaying subtly, a silent promise of her turn to come. The room throbbed with the combined energy of our bodies, a symphony of touch, taste, and intoxicating desire.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
BYOBO - Bring Your Own Body Odor. Content Warning.
When I moved out of my grandma's house - for my own safety - it was the first time as an adult that I was completely on my own. While I liked the idea of being able to live entirely by my own rules, the reality of not having a safety net was terribly overwhelming. With my anxiety, I thrive on routine and do not handle change well - at all. As liberating as being on my own was in some regards I couldn't help but feel like a lost ship, adrift in the sea.
By Gabriel Bradshaw 3 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun
The soft fabric of her robe brushed against my leg as she moved, a whisper of silk against denim that only added to the exquisite torment. The coffee, forgotten, steamed gently on the counter, the only still thing in a world that had suddenly become very, very alive.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
A silent cheer rose in her heart for Ice, for this moment of unadulterated pleasure. She saw the blissful haze in Ice's eyes, the way her body moved with an almost liquid grace, and Victoria knew, without a doubt, that this was exactly where Ice was meant to be, exactly how she was meant to feel. The show was only just beginning, and Victoria, utterly enthralled, wouldn't have dared to look away for anything.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
Ice, usually a glacier of composure, was anything but. Her lips, still swollen from my kiss, trembled as I pulled back, the air suddenly cool between us. A guttural moan, half-choked, escaped her. Her eyes, usually the color of glacial ice, were clouded with a desire so raw it was almost frightening. Her hands, usually so steady, were shaking where they rested on my shoulders, a faint tremor running through her entire body. She mumbled something, a fragmented plea, indistinguishable in its urgency.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
Celeb Fun. Content Warning.
My hands, slick with sweat and something else, slid from the firm mounds of her ass and found purchase on the bedsheets. With a smooth, practiced motion, I peeled her arms from my neck, her grip surprisingly strong even in her delirium, and pinned them above her head. Her wrists, delicate yet resilient, felt like silk beneath my fingers.
By Forest Green3 months ago in Filthy
