All Chapters of Billionaires Forbidden Passion: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

******Sucking air rapidly, I plunged my shaft out and then put it back to the furthest end of her tunnel. With another long penetration, juices washed my rod while escaping from her sensitive walls.Then I grabbed her waist and churned my hips forth and back. Her gash yearning, I f*ck*d the heavy–machine Mama while she moaned.“F*ck me harder!” Lesley cried, her head bending further to the ground. As I thrust her, my two eyes wide-eyed at the see–through glass which separated two different realities.I thought we were fools and the other side of the wall civilized society which could punish us for our wickedness. However, I pumped her harder, moving my hips like a machine until thin sweat coated my face.I couldn't believe seeing my d*ck penetrating the heavenly round–arse with force, my thighs smashing against her liquid bum.Meanwhile, my Lucy stood beside the pool and watched the window where her boyfriend and her mother were having the most memorable f*ck ever.I thought she had

********Though I wasn't ready to prove my drawbacks, there was something unique with Ms Carson that tipped me over the edge.Her womanly curve, her beautifully made *ss that heaped on the table edge and her spine slightly lifted to rhyme with her pose. She was molded in a way that drew my eyes in.With her lashes sexily dropped, she parted her legs and lifted her round butt in the air. From the close view, I could feel a musk fragrance coming from where my sanity thought – beneath that sheer lance.With my hesitation, Ms Carson grabbed my hand gently and caressed my fingers on her sponge–*ss. My heart racing, I thrust my fingers around the crack of her *ss and then traced the lace of her spine.Satisfied with what I had attained, I reversed my motion, down into her butt–sl*t again and circled her charmed wetness.Her crotch growing wetter, it bulged like an oyster, inspiring my fingers to slide further. Lost in the world of pleasure, I reached my trousers and dropped my zip.Spectacu

[Warning! Lesbian Content Ahead!]*****Back to the interrogation room, Detective Adrian looked the hooker sympathetically and asked, “Are you going to tell me where you stole the money, or not?”Meanwhile, she slipped her fingers back to her crack and forced two fingers inside her warm c*nt. Immediately, she rolled her face to the ceiling and groaned, suddenly arching her toes.Trembling under waves of ecstasy, Detective Adrian added, “If you won't tell me where you got the money, I'll play with your p*ssy until you cry.”Enjoying the pleasurable teasing on her soaked lips, Lucy longed to leak the information, but the way she was making her feel restrained her from saying anything.Regardless of how bull-headed she behaved, when her ecstatic peak would hit her, she would spill out all the information she desired.Whispering in her ear seductively, she added, “I would rather not see you go to jail, honey. So, just tell me what I need.”With that, she reached the straps of her bra and

*****While wandering her eyes, she noticed an artificial p*ssy–like dildo between the cousins and asked, “What the f*ck do you do with this, Joel?”Feeling guilty and remorseful, Joel asked, “Don't be sarcastic, Rose. You already know how that works–”With a soft chuckle, she interjected, “I have never seen one. Actually, I was looking for my lipstick–”“Shall I show you how it works?” Joel asked, instantly dashing into her direction. Her naive eyes avoiding his glance, she said, almost feeling his touch, “Of course, but not right now. I need to apply my make-up first.”“Really? I'm sure you don't know what you want right now, but I can tell that you are thinking about something–”“What something?” she asked, turning her gaze on him.“I know you want me to spank you, right?” Joel said, paying to his gods to make it work.With that, Rose chuckled softly and said, “How sure are you?”Paying back her chuckle, he stepped closer and said, “You are challenging my brains, little sl*t, aren'

*****Anne Marie was my precious girl next door. Neither had I just admired her, but also cherished the small things we did together.It was her who had suggested it, so who was I to deny?She asked, her grin as broad and bodacious as usual, “Come on, girl, why don't you give it another shot? This is your best chance if you want to be a petite girl like me.”Perhaps she thought I looked like a cheeky monkey with my overweight, but I smiled and asked, “I'm scared of cycling, honey. D*mn, what If I fall?”Anne was right, but cycling disquiet me! Even if I could lose a few pounds, her suggestion spooked me.Led by the crush I had on her, I nodded, saying, “Alright. As far as you'll shield me from falling, I'm in.”Upon hearing that, Anne smiled and left. On Saturday morning, she called and picked me up for the cycling challenge, as we had agreed.When we entered the club, I was very nervous, especially seeing so many toned men surrounding the room.All the men around looked physically fi