u/Forsaken_Project792

my girl claims she dont like porn rarely masterbates but has. she does not enjoy sucking dick. She is iffy on trying new things. she has let me do anal once however said she enjoyed it alot but hasn't let me since. We've talked many time about becoming more adventurous but she also claims she doesn't know what she would be into. Iv tryed geting her to watch porn with me but seems awkward. Iv tryed like let's look into this cause of all the incest type porn of step father step daughter family type porn. We have many of buzzy toys and a stroker.

she seems to really enjoy oral her self and many of the buzzy toys she kindof has a kink for chains and candle wax

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She loves it when I cream pie her kindof a breeding kink I think I would honestly say she's got a lower libido than I do for im M(31) her F(23) we started our relationship in a poly relationship however she never went further then useing a toy on the other girl.. she kindof seems to enjoy watching me masterbate. her most attentive time is when I actually cum. We also have a yoga swing we use like a sex swing. Used (x2)

I guess what im asking for is advice or ideas to help me and her explore her sexuallity ag comfortable pace for her

Kayla was already dripping by the time Justin pushed her back onto the bed. His 8-inch cock stood thick and rigid between them, the head flushed dark and already slick at the tip. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking once from base to crown, feeling the heavy weight of it pulse in her hand.

“Fuck me hard,” she whispered, spreading her thighs wide. “I want every inch.”

Justin didn’t tease. He lined up and drove into her in one long, smooth thrust. Kayla’s back arched off the mattress as that thick length stretched her open, the fat head pushing deep until his hips met hers and she was completely full. A low, broken moan left her throat. No pain—just that perfect, overwhelming pressure of being taken completely.

He pulled back until only the tip remained inside her, then slammed home again. The wet sound of her pussy taking him filled the room. Justin set a hard, steady rhythm, hips snapping forward with force, burying all eight inches inside her on every stroke. Kayla’s nails raked down his back as he fucked her deep and relentless, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every thrust.

“Harder,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Don’t hold back.”

Justin hooked his arms under her knees and folded her open, driving down into her with short, powerful strokes that made her tits bounce and her breath stutter. Her clit ground against his pelvis every time he bottomed out. The friction was perfect—thick, relentless, and wet. Her juices coated his cock and dripped down onto the sheets.

He flipped her onto her hands and knees without pulling out. Kayla dropped to her elbows, ass high, and Justin gripped her hips hard as he slammed back into her from behind. The new angle let him go even deeper. Every thrust punched a sharp cry out of her. He fucked her like he was trying to leave a permanent imprint of his cock inside her cunt—long, heavy strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot.

Kayla reached under herself and rubbed her clit in tight circles while he pounded her. The dual sensation pushed her right to the edge. Her walls clenched hard around his thick shaft, fluttering and squeezing as the orgasm built.

“I’m gonna come,” she moaned, voice cracking. “Don’t stop—fuck me through it—”

Justin drove into her harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin loud and filthy. Kayla came with a long, shaking cry, her pussy spasming tightly around his cock, flooding him with more slick heat. He kept fucking her through every wave, not slowing down, forcing the climax to stretch out until her arms gave out and she collapsed onto the mattress with her ass still in the air.

He followed her down, covering her body with his, and kept thrusting deep and steady into her fluttering cunt. Kayla turned her head, panting, and pushed back against him, taking every inch.

“Fill me,” she whispered. “I want it.”

Justin’s rhythm broke. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick pulses of cum flooding her as his cock jerked inside her. Kayla moaned at the heat of it, rocking her hips to milk every drop, keeping him deep until he finally stilled.

They stayed locked together, both breathing hard, his 8-inch cock still twitching inside her as the last of his release leaked out around the base.

Justin pushed open the front door, the long day still clinging to him. His work boots left faint tracks of dirt on the mat. Grass stains marked his cargo pants, and the sun had baked the scent of earth, cut grass, and honest sweat into his skin. His hands were rough from a full day of landscaping—hauling mulch, running the mower, digging beds under the heat. He dropped his keys on the table and kicked off his boots, ready to collapse.

Kayla was waiting in the hallway.

She wore nothing but one of his old flannel shirts, the buttons undone just enough to show the soft curve of her breasts and the dark shadow between her thighs. Her hair was loose, lips already parted like she’d been thinking about this for hours.

“Long day out there?” she asked, voice low and warm.

Before he could answer she stepped in close, pressed her body against his, and kissed him slow and deep. She didn’t mind the dirt or the sweat. Her hand slid down the front of his pants, finding him already half-hard from the way she looked at him. She gave him a firm squeeze through the fabric.

“I missed this,” she murmured against his mouth.

Kayla dropped to her knees right there in the entryway. She undid his belt with practiced fingers, tugged his pants and boxers down just far enough, and wrapped her soft hand around his cock. Justin’s breath left him in a rough exhale as she stroked him slowly from base to tip, thumb sliding over the head to spread the bead of precum that had already gathered there. Her fingers traced the calluses on his hand for a second before she focused fully on him.

She looked up at him, eyes dark with heat, and took him into her mouth.

Warm, wet heat closed around the head of his cock. Kayla sucked him in deeper, tongue swirling along the underside while her hand worked the rest of his length in a tight, perfect rhythm. The soft, wet sounds of her mouth filled the quiet house. Justin braced one dirt-streaked hand against the wall, the other sliding into her hair as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper each time until the tip of his cock brushed the back of her throat.

She moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight up his spine. Spit slicked her lips and chin as she sucked harder, faster, her free hand cupping and gently rolling his balls. Justin’s hips started to move on their own, fucking her mouth in short, controlled thrusts while she took every inch he gave her. The contrast of her soft, clean body against his hard-working, sun-warmed one only made it hotter.

“Fuck, Kayla…” His voice was rough. “You’re gonna make me come already.”

She pulled off just long enough to look up at him with a wicked little smile, lips shiny and swollen. “That’s the idea.”

Then she swallowed him again, sucking like she was starving for it. One hand stroked the base of his cock in perfect time with her mouth while the other slipped between her own legs, fingers working her clit in quick circles. The sight of her on her knees, cheeks hollowed, touching herself while she blew the landscaper who’d just come home covered in the day’s work, pushed Justin right to the edge.

His grip tightened in her hair. “I’m close—”

Kayla only sucked harder, moaning around his cock like she wanted every drop. Justin’s whole body went tight. He came hard, thick pulses spilling across her tongue as she kept sucking, swallowing around him, milking every last spurt until his legs were shaking.

She stayed on her knees a moment longer, licking him clean with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue before finally letting him slip from her mouth. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, then stood up and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, tasting salt and earth and him.

“Welcome home,” she whispered.

Justin pulled her against him, still breathing hard, already thinking about how he was going to return the favor the second he could stand properly again.