[Deeper] Stella Luxx – The Cure For Loneliness

She didn’t even let him finish the excuse. “No more games. I want you to fuck me until the only thing left is your name in my mouth.” Alex stood in her living room, still half-dressed from the office, looking guilty as always. She stepped closer, eyes sharp. “Did you call my wife? Do you want me to?” He didn’t answer. She already knew. She pushed him onto the couch and straddled him, grinding against the hard bulge in his pants. “You act like this is my fault, but you keep making your way back to me. You know where the door is. You could walk away at any moment. But you choose to stay… every time.” She freed his cock and sank down onto it in one smooth motion, both of them groaning. She rode him hard, nails digging into his chest. “With me you don’t have to be the loving husband. You don’t need to worry about your responsibilities. The only thing you’re committed to is your pleasure.” He flipped her onto her back and drove into her deep. She wrapped her legs around him and kept talking, voice low and cutting. “Your wife has such a pretty voice… Solar Solutions, this is Angela…” She mocked the sales call she’d just made to Kelly, laughing when he thrust harder out of anger and guilt. She made him eat her until she came on his tongue, then pulled him back up and demanded he fuck her like he meant it. Positions changed fast — doggy so she could look back and watch his face, her on top again so she could control the pace, then missionary with her legs over his shoulders so he could go as deep as possible. “Who’s dick is it? It’s mine. I can do whatever I like to it.” Near the end she was on her knees, ass up, telling him to take all the guilt out on her. He pounded her until he came hard, flooding her while she clenched around him and laughed softly. Afterwards she stayed spread on the bed, watching him get dressed with that same knowing smile. “Now you can go home to your sweet little wife and pretend like you’re the good guy. See you tomorrow.”

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The university slut couldn’t stop thinking about her black professor’s huge cock. Every lecture she sat in the front row, staring at the massive bulge in his pants, her pussy getting wetter and wetter. She was a total slut for big black dick. One day after class she stayed behind, locked the door, and confessed her dirty fantasy. Professor Jamal smirked and pulled out his massive thick black cock. The university slut’s eyes widened with lust. She dropped to her knees like a hungry whore and started sucking him. Her lips stretched wide around his big black shaft as she gave him a sloppy, passionate blowjob, deepthroating as much as she could, gagging and drooling all over his heavy balls. Jamal grabbed her hair and fucked her face hard. Then he bent her over the desk, lifted her skirt and slammed his huge black cock deep into her dripping wet pussy. He pounded her mercilessly, making the university slut moan like a bitch in heat. “Fuck me harder, Professor!” she screamed while her tits bounced. After destroying her tight pussy, he pulled out and shoved his cock back into her mouth. The university slut sucked eagerly until he exploded, filling her mouth with thick ropes of hot cum. She swallowed every drop, smiling like the satisfied university slut she was.

Delilah had broken up with her ex months ago, but she couldn’t stop thinking about his rough hands and big cock. One night she left the window unlocked on purpose. When she heard him break in, she was already wet. She was waiting on the bed wearing only black lingerie. As soon as he entered the room, she turned around, arched her back and presented her ass. “I missed you slapping my ass while you fuck me,” she whispered like a desperate slut. He didn’t waste any time. He grabbed her hips, pulled her thong aside and spanked her ass hard, leaving red marks on her tattooed skin. Delilah moaned loudly. He pushed his thick cock into her smooth, hairless, creamy pussy and started pounding her hard. She loved it rough. “Slap my ass harder while you fuck me!” she begged. He fucked her deep in doggy style, spanking her ass with every thrust. Her small pierced tits bounced as he destroyed her tight pussy. Then he flipped her over and fucked her in missionary, choking her lightly while she screamed in pleasure. Finally, Delilah dropped to her knees, took his cock into her mouth and gave him a sloppy, passionate blowjob, sucking and stroking him eagerly. “Cum in my mouth,” she begged, tongue out. He groaned and exploded, shooting thick ropes of hot cum all over her tongue, face, and small pierced tits. Delilah swallowed what she could, smiling with cum dripping down her chin.

The wealthy client Milan Ponjevic knows exactly what he wants from his paid encounter, and he isn’t afraid to give cold, hard instructions to this nasty redhead whore Nala Brooks. He orders her straight to her knees to give his thick rod a sloppy, deep-throat blowjob. Once his cock is rock hard and ready, he throws her on the bed and turns her around into doggystyle. He pulls her cheeks apart, exposing her tight, hairy pussy, and shoves his massive dick all the way inside, bottoming out completely. He gives her a rough, high-octane fucking without mercy, making the whole room shake with the sound of flesh slapping. This redhead whore groans and gasps for air as he keeps driving it deep from behind. To end this extreme session, he pulls out and covers her pretty face with a heavy, warm load of cum.

The office door clicked shut behind Brian. He already knew the routine. “Take your place. You know where your place is when you come to my office.” “Yes, boss.” He dropped to his knees beside her desk without being told twice. She didn’t look up from her papers at first, just pointed at the floor with one perfectly manicured finger. Brian stayed there, waiting, while she finished a call and set the phone down. “Brian, this is really inappropriate,” she said calmly, though the slight smile on her lips said otherwise. “Take those off. And the phone.” He stripped out of his slacks and underwear, cock already half-hard from the order alone. She watched him for a long moment, then leaned back in her chair and spread her legs just enough for him to see she wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt. “Now you will take a note for me. You ready?” He nodded. She started dictating the day’s schedule in a cool, professional voice while he leaned in and licked her slowly, carefully, the way she liked. Every time his tongue slipped or he got too eager she tapped his head with a pen. “Focus. Lid at ten. Bank at noon. Afternoon meeting. Don’t do that—we’ll train you to do this properly.” Brian kept working, sucking her clit the way she had taught him, two fingers sliding inside when she allowed it. She came once against his mouth, quiet and controlled, then pushed his head back. “Go to the couch. Now.” He went. She followed, unbuttoning her blouse as she walked, and straddled his face first so he could keep tasting her while she stroked his thick cock. When she was ready she sank down onto him in one smooth motion, taking every inch while he groaned beneath her. “I excel elsewhere,” she murmured, riding him slow and deep, hands braced on his chest. “Stay focused.” She used him the way she used everything in her office—precisely, thoroughly, until she came again around his cock. Only then did she let him finish, grinding down hard so he emptied inside her with a broken “Yes, boss.” Afterwards she fixed her skirt, reapplied lipstick, and looked down at him still lying on the couch. “Don’t mind if I do, boss,” he whispered, half-spent and smiling. She raised an eyebrow. “Get dressed. And next time don’t make me repeat myself.”

Brandi arrived at the studio nervous but determined. Fifteen years of marriage, and this sensual photoshoot was supposed to be the anniversary present that finally got her husband’s attention again. The female photographer made her comfortable, praised the lingerie underneath her clothes, and started the shoot. Then an emergency call came—water everywhere in her apartment. She had to leave. “My assistant can take over. You’re in good hands.” Clay stepped forward with the camera. At first he was professional: soft instructions, gentle poses, roses as props. Brandi felt awkward in the cold room, but he kept reminding her it was for her husband, that the photos would be tasteful and hot. Slowly the directions changed. “Why don’t we remove some of the clothing… Your husband will love these. Don’t look at me as a man—look at me as a camera guy.” She hesitated, then stripped. He guided her hands lower, had her touch herself for the camera, told her she was beautiful and that her husband clearly didn’t appreciate what he had. When she admitted it had been years since anyone touched her properly, the camera was set down. Clay kissed her, dropped to his knees, and licked her until she was shaking and moaning that her husband had never done this. She sucked him next—only the second cock she had ever tasted—and then he bent her over the posing stool and pushed inside her. “My husband isn’t this big at all… He doesn’t fuck me like this…” He took her hard from behind, then on her back, then with her riding him while she kept whispering how wrong it felt and how good it was at the same time. She came more than once, gripping him, begging him not to stop and not to tell anyone. Near the end he pulled out and she dropped to her knees again, taking every thick pulse of cum in her mouth while looking up at him with guilty, satisfied eyes. Afterwards she fixed her hair, still flushed. “This stays between us. Right?” Clay just smiled. “Lips sealed.”

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