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DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA Horny Step Son II
She gasped as my cock forced its way inside her—slow, thick, stretching her soaked pussy inch by inch.Her hands flew to my chest, fingers digging in, nails scraping like she didn’t know if she wanted to pull me closer or push me off. But her hips told the truth. They rose to meet mine, greedy and aching for more.“F–fuck, you’re so tight,” I growled, jaw clenched as I sank deeper. “So fucking wet for me.”Her eyes squeezed shut. She whimpered beneath me, legs trembling around my waist.“This is wrong…” she whispered.“Doesn’t feel wrong to your pussy,” I snapped, driving in harder. Her body jerked up the bed with the force. “Feels like it’s been waiting for this.”She opened her mouth to speak—but all that came out was a strangled moan as I slammed in again, balls slapping her ass. Her eyes rolled back, and her lips parted in a silent scream.I grabbed her hips. Held her still. And fucked.Rough. Relentless. Deep.The headboard slammed against the wall. Her tits bounced beneath her n
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA Horny Step Son I
Her bedroom door creaked open like it was daring me to step inside.I should’ve felt shame. Guilt. Anything. But all I felt was hard. My cock pressed painfully against my boxers as I stared at her half-naked body curled under the sheets. One strap of her silk nightgown had slipped off her shoulder. The blanket barely covered the curve of her ass. She shifted slightly, murmuring something in her sleep, and I caught the shape of her tits under the thin fabric no bra, nipples poking through.I bit down on my lower lip.She had no idea I was here. No idea that her “stepson” was standing inches from her bed, fists clenched, trying not to stroke himself at the sight of her.I stepped closer. The air was thick with her scent something sweet and sinful. My eyes scanned the soft rise and fall of her chest, the way one leg was exposed, bent at the knee. Fuck. She looked so soft. So fucking perfect.And I hated that I’d been thinking about this for weeks.Every time she walked around the house i
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA Room 309 III
I laid there, panting, legs sprawled and trembling, the cool air kissing my slick thighs.His cum still dripped out of me, thick and warm, sliding down the back of my thigh onto the paper sheet below.Dr. Caldwell leaned over me, unhurried as he traced a finger down my sweat-slicked chest, circling one hardened nipple with clinical precision. His stare didn’t waver.“You look good like this,” he said. “Completely ruined.”I swallowed hard. “You’re insatiable.”His lips curled. “And you haven’t tapped out yet.”My body flinched when his fingers slid between my thighs again, right over my oversensitive clit. I gasped, back arching.“Still sensitive,” he murmured. “But not saying no.”I shook my head. “Never.”That was all he needed.His mouth descended between my legs before I could breathe another word. Hot tongue dragging through the mess he made. Sucking. Licking. Tasting himself on me.“Oh fuck,” I whimpered, clutching the table.He groaned against me like it turned him on just as m
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA Room 309 II
I laid there for minutes. Maybe hours. The toy still buzzing faintly inside me, locked in place, holding me wide open and aching.Dr. Caldwell was gone.The restraints dug into my ankles, and my arms trembled as I gripped the edge of the table, trying to breathe through the pressure building between my legs. He knew what he was doing—he knew. Leaving me like this wasn’t an accident.It was punishment.It was foreplay.It was both.I wanted to hate him.Instead, I moaned his name.The door creaked open again, and for a wild second I thought it might be a nurse, or worse—a stranger.But it was him.He closed the door behind him silently, gloves already off, sleeves rolled up this time, and something darker burning in his eyes.“You’re still here,” he said.I gave him a look. “I’m tied to the table.”“And wet enough to soak the sheets. Good girl.”My cheeks flushed.He walked over slowly, as if to study me—like I was a case file that fascinated him. His fingers trailed up my inner thigh,
DRIPPING WET: A COLLECTION OF EROTICA Room 309 (filthy doctor)
I shouldn’t have come alone.That was my first mistake.But when you’ve had that dull, aching pain between your legs for weeks and every normal explanation fails... desperation does things to you. My last doctor called it stress. The one before that suggested hormones. But it wasn’t that simple.It didn’t just ache. It throbbed.And when Dr. Caldwell stepped into the room, all six-foot-something of him, dark hair streaked with silver at the temples, wearing gloves like he knew exactly what my body needed… that ache flared all over again.He shut the door gently, no rush in his movements. His eyes—cold, calculated, and so damn knowing—locked onto mine like he could already feel the heat simmering beneath my hospital gown.“I read your file,” he said, voice like smoke and pressure. “Persistent pelvic discomfort. All internal tests are clear. No inflammation. No infection. But pain that gets worse when... touched?”I nodded, my mouth too dry to speak.He set the chart down, slid on anoth
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
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