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DIRTY, ROTTEN SEXCAPADES (Erotica Collection) 47: Breaking Bread And Backs
The scent of greasy Chinese takeout and the cloying perfume Bethany had practically bathed in the moment they got home filled the house.Bethany had scrambled to plate the almond chicken and lo mein onto her fine china, tossing the white cardboard cartons into the bottom of the trash to hide the evidence.Ruth-Ann stood in the doorway of the dining room, watching her mother with a mixture of disgust and secondhand embarrassment. Bethany had changed out of her funeral black and into a silk wrap dress that was so short it was bordering on a long shirt. The neckline plunged nearly to her navel, leaving very little to the imagination."Really, Mom?" Ruth-Ann asked, her voice flat."What? I'm thirty-four, not dead," Bethany snapped, glancing at herself in the hallway mirror and fluffing her blonde curls. She turned toward Ruth-Ann, her eyes narrowing at her daughter's modest, high-collared blouse. "Honestly, Ruth. If I had a body like yours, I wouldn't be hiding behind so many curtains of
DIRTY, ROTTEN SEXCAPADES (Erotica Collection) 46: Breaking Bread And Backs
Thirteen Months Ago-JANUARY 11th, 2025The cemetery in Daisy Field was a graveyard of repressed desires, shielded by a sea of black umbrellas and the heavy Florida humidity. Bethany Evers stood at the grave's edge, her hips swaying with a grace that suggested she was mourning a lover rather than a priest. She daintily dabbed at her eyes as Sister Patrice wailed a hymn, but her focus was elsewhere. She adjusted her push-up bra, hoisting her generous breasts upward the moment she caught her ex-boyfriend Rupert looking. She wanted everyone to know that while the holy Father was dead, the town harlot was very much alive.Beside her stood Ruth-Ann. At eighteen, she was a masterpiece of untapped potential. While her friends spent their weekends getting sweaty in the backseats of trucks, Ruth-Ann had remained a fortress. Even with her boyfriend, Dante Grimes, the school's golden boy, she felt nothing but polite boredom. She glanced at her phone, seeing his latest text:'So what do you say? A
DIRTY, ROTTEN SEXCAPADES (Erotica Collection) 45: Breaking Bread And Backs
On the other side of the lattice, Ryder's breath stopped. The crucifix dug deeper into his palm, metal biting into his skin as something dark and irreversible shifted inside him.The silence that followed was heavy, punctuated only by the sound of their jagged breathing. Ryder's hand was no longer just adjusting; he was gripping his shaft through the cloth, his thumb swirling over the head as he imagined Ruth-Ann's mouth where his hand was."He's going to be my stepfather," she sobbed, her hand finally unbuttoning her jeans. She didn't care that they were in a house of God. She needed to feel something. She slid her hand inside, her fingers meeting the soaking-wet crotch of her panties. "But I don't want a father. I want him to ruin me.""Ruth-Ann..." Ryder warned, but his voice lacked any conviction. He heard the metallic clink of her zipper, the rustle of denim being pushed down. "Do you know what you're saying?""I'm saying I'm a whore, Father," she hissed, her voice dripping with
DIRTY, ROTTEN SEXCAPADES (Erotica Collection) 44: Breaking Bread And Backs
FEBRUARY 7th, 2026The air inside the confession booth was stale, thick with the scent of old oak, dripping candle wax, and the heavy, suffocating musk of repressed desire. Ruth-Ann sat on the narrow wooden bench, her pulse thrashing in her ears, each beat loud enough to feel like a warning. This was wrong... what she was about to do was a sin, and still she couldn't stop herself. The devil was winning.She shifted, and the friction of her ass against the worn wood sent a wicked spark through her belly, sharp and punishing. Her pussy was jumping... a frantic, wet flutter that made her want to moan out loud.There was a war raging inside her. A small, terrified part of her prayed the man on the other side of the screen wouldn't recognize her voice, but the larger, sinful part of her... the part that had been dreaming of him for thirteen months, desperately wanted him to know exactly who was sitting in the dark, soaking through her clothes for him."Forgive me, Father... for I have sinn
DIRTY, ROTTEN SEXCAPADES (Erotica Collection) 43: St. Patrick’s Day Dickdown
WENDY'S POV "Oh fuck!!! Yes! More!" My head thrashed back, forth, and round and round, my hair a matted, wild halo of brown silk. Every muscle in my body was stretched taut, vibrating like a live wire. Nathaniel wasn't just licking and sucking me; he was eating me... literally devouring the pussy-banana-split he had constructed between my thighs. The feeling of his hot, rough tongue lapping up the sugary chocolate syrup and thick whipped cream from my sensitive folds was sending me into a delirium. I watched through half-lidded, glazed eyes as he worked, his face smeared with white foam and dark streaks of cocoa. He looked like a goddamn animal, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. My pussy hole tightened, pulsing uncontrollably against his face as he sucked my clit with a vacuum-like intensity that made my vision go white. He finally reached the banana. I expected him to pull it out with his hands, but he leaned in, sinking his teeth into the soft fruit while it was still
DIRTY, ROTTEN SEXCAPADES (Erotica Collection) 42: St. Patrick’s Day Dickdown
WENDY'S POVI was lying on the cold marble countertop, my chest rising and falling in jagged, desperate heaves. The contrast of the chilled stone against my back and the heat radiating from Nathaniel standing between my thighs was enough to make my vision blur. My legs were spread wide, my knees hooked up toward my shoulders in a vulnerable position that put every inch of my swollen, soaking pussy on display under the bright kitchen lights.I watched, mesmerized and shaking, as Nathaniel reached into the fruit bowl and grabbed a firm, yellow banana. He began to peel it with agonizing slowness, his eyes locked on mine. When the white, curved tip of the fruit emerged, I let out a sharp gasp."Wh-what are you going to do with that?" I stammered, my voice trembling."Just wait and see, Wendy. Someone's a little impatient today," he murmured, his voice a low, predatory rumble.He took his sweet time, stripping the peel away in perfect ribbons, ensuring the fruit stayed whole and smooth. He
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