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Horny Boyfriend III

Penulis: Abby
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-01-07 11:35:10

I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on me again, but this time there was no softness, no slow teasing—just raw, urgent need. His hands grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head, and I gasped at the sudden roughness, the way he claimed control without a word.

His lips attacked mine immediately, pressing hard, demanding, and I moaned, pushing into him, feeling the sharp edge of his hunger. My back arched off the bed instinctively as his hands roamed over me, rougher this time, gripping my hips, cupping my breasts with a force that made me shiver. Every stroke, every touch, was sharper, more insistent, and I couldn’t get enough.

He shifted, sliding inside me with one long, deep thrust that stole my breath. I cried out, legs wrapping instinctively around him, trying to pull him closer, needing every inch. He didn’t let me move much, instead holding me down, driving into me with a rhythm that was merciless, urgent, and perfect. My nails dug into his back as he slammed in
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  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Sin Harvest -- 3

    Elena lay in the aftermath upon the cold stone, her glistening skin still marked with the evidence of the ritual. Yet as the first tendrils of dawn crept into the clearing, the energy a heady blend of lust, power, and ancient invocation—only grew stronger. The torches’ dying embers flickered over a throng of bodies that could no longer be restrained by silence or ceremony. The collective hunger of the village, once a distant murmur, now roared like a storm.From among the assembled figures emerged new participants men and women drawn by the raw magnetism of Elena’s transformation. They circled her like a living tapestry of desire. Their eyes, dark and lustful, recognized in her not just a sacrificial offering but an incarnation of primal fertility and unbound sensuality. In that charged moment, Elena was more than a chosen one; she was a goddess awakened.One man, his body still pulsing with the residue of the earlier fervor, stepped forward to gently kiss the silvered curve of her sh

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Sin Harvest -- 2

    Elena was on her knees — skin flushed, breasts heaving, her body used and shining in the torchlight. Her lips were swollen from being fucked. Her thighs were soaked with every man’s release. Her breath came in quick, sharp bursts, and yet… her eyes glowed.The Elder approached slowly, the heavy ceremonial robe falling to the earth around him. His body was lean with age but hardened from decades of rituals. His cock stood tall, thick, pulsing, curved slightly upward like it had been made to breed.“This body,” he whispered, voice trembling as he looked down at her, “now belongs to the divine.”Elena didn’t move. She stayed on her knees, chin lifted, mouth parted, her hands resting on her thighs like a queen waiting to be crowned.“You don’t enter me,” she said calmly, power humming through her voice. “You offer yourself to me.”The Elder’s eyes widened then slowly, he knelt before her.It was no longer clear who led the ritual.It was hers now.He stroked himself as she leaned in and l

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Sin Harvest -- 1

    She wasn’t supposed to be chosen.Elena stood frozen at the center of the stone circle, the red ash still fresh on her forehead, marked by the Elder’s fingers. Around her, the villagers murmured in disbelief, their gazes devouring her body under the sheer white lace slip clinging to her skin. The garment was barely clothing at all her nipples stood taut through the thin fabric, her soft curves exposed to every eye watching in the moonlight.She felt their hunger.The ritual was sacred. Only one woman, once a year, was chosen for the Harvesting Ceremony selected by bloodline, age, and untouched purity. Elena met none of those criteria. She was not from the sacred bloodline. She was not a virgin. And yet, the moment the ash touched her skin, there was no denying the choice had been made.The drumbeat started.Slow. Deep. Steady.Then came the man.He entered the circle without speaking, tall and broad-shouldered, a black ceremonial mask covering his entire face. His chest was bare, a th

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Maid for it II

    I didn’t even flinch when he grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back.I wanted this.His hand slid under the skirt of my maid outfit, pushing the thin fabric up to my hips. My bare ass was exposed, and the sound of his palm landing on it echoed across the room.Smack.I bit down a gasp, already wet from just the threat of being used.“You’re not wearing panties,” he growled behind me.“I told you. I was cleaning.”His fingers dipped between my legs, sliding through the slick heat there."You’re dripping. Cleaning, huh? You were begging for this."I whimpered. He was right. I bent over more, presenting myself like the filthy little slut I knew he wanted.He pressed his chest against my back and whispered in my ear. "I'm not going to be gentle. Not after the show you gave me."I moaned. That was the whole point.He kicked my legs open wider, and I heard the sound of his zipper.The thick head of his cock pressed at my entrance, teasing. "Ask for it."I hated him for making me s

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Maid for it I

    The skirt was too short. I knew it. I wore it anyway.He always stared when I vacuumed the rug especially when I bent down to plug it in.And today, I didn’t bother with underwear.The house was too quiet.His car was still outside, but he hadn’t said a word since I came in.I wiped the kitchen counter slowly, deliberately, my ass swaying as I moved. I heard him before I saw him his shoes on the polished marble floor, the subtle clink of a whiskey glass."You like teasing me, don't you?"I froze, cloth in hand. I turned slowly.He was leaning against the wall, shirt undone just enough to expose that hard chest I’d imagined way too many times. His eyes? Low. Fixed between my thighs."I asked you something," he said, walking forward.I bit my lip. “I’m just cleaning, sir.”He stopped right in front of me. "Cleaning? Like that?"He reached behind me, tugging my skirt up.Nothing underneath. Just bare skin. Soaked.“Dirty little slut.”His voice dropped. “What were you hoping I’d do? Bend

  • DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA    Horny Boyfriend IV

    We didn’t even make it to the bed this time. He grabbed me, tugging me down onto the floor, and I found myself straddling him, body shaking with anticipation. The moment our eyes met, the fire between us ignited again, raw, hungry, impossible to ignore.He shifted under me, leaning back slightly, and I realized what he wanted. My heart raced, pulse pounding in sync with the need that twisted low in my stomach. Slowly, deliberately, I lowered myself onto him, lips pressing to his cock, teasing, tasting, letting my tongue flick along the sensitive head. He groaned, hands moving immediately, one gripping my hair to guide me, the other slipping between us to my slick folds.I shivered at the dual sensations—the feel of him inside my mouth and the fingers probing me, circling, slipping in and out with deliberate precision. I moaned around him, throat full, the sound vibrating against his length, and he groaned, hips jerking slightly as he pressed his fingers deeper inside me.My hands grip

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