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Here is the Top 10 SEX MOVIES EVER

STORY # 1 – “Hey, Babe.”

She flicked off the lights and pushed him against the wall. A frame fell face down on the floor and shattered next to them. She didn’t allow him to take notice. She bit at his bottom lip, tugging his face, commanding him to follow her lead as she walked backwards down the hallway, deeper into the darkness, her darkness. And he, submitting to her bestial strength, simply weaved his fingers into the rust of her hair and bowed to her dominion. Like a lowly, unassuming insect, captivated by her hellfire glow.

Halfway down the hall, she slammed him back first into the wall again, harder than before — no frames there that time. She clawed at his chest under his shirt as she ate his kiss once more and bit down his neck; the groans he breathed out into the obscurity flinched sharply as her fangs grew less and less forgiving.

His buckle caught the flash of lamplight seeping in from somewhere outside as she tugged at the leather strap of his belt. She ran her fingers up and back down the front of his chest, back down to his waist, and unclasped his belt, plucking it from the loops with a single sliding pull. Feverishly, she tore his pants open and moved them, along with his boxers, down just enough to reveal his smug erection. With both palms on his board-firm chest, she smirked at him, kissed him once more, a little softer than before, and squatted down before him.

He held his dark girth in his hand, stroking it as he presented it to her. She swatted his hand away.

“No,” she snarled. “Don’t touch. That’s mine until I’m done with it.”

She picked his belt up from the floor and wrapped it around his wrists, binding his hands behind his back.

“You will touch me when I say so,” she said and kissed the corner of his dark lips.

Story # 2 : Crossing Borders

She never let people tell her what to do. Never. But… today was about breaking rules, right?

She rested her palms against the glass and let his fingers resume their trail up her legs. She looked out at her coworkers, repeating to herself, they can’t see you. And she knew they couldn’t. It was a mirrored window and she knew no one could see in. But being able to see everyone else caused her adrenaline to spike. She was shaking with anticipation.

When his fingers pushed up against her panties, she felt the wetness of her desire soak into the fabric. He tucked his fingers under the wet fabric and between her throbbing lips. She gasped loudly and squirmed, but kept her hands on the glass.

“Yes,” he whispered into her ear. “I think maybe you do want me.”

“Yes,” she echoed as his fingers found her clit and massaged around it. He worked his other hand down the front of her shirt and into her bra, finding her nipple with ease and pulsing his finger and thumb to squeeze her nipple as he sped the rhythm of his fingers in her panties.

She was panting as the pressure built. There was so much danger of being caught, doing this in the middle of the day in the breakroom while everyone else was right outside the window.