《Claim Me, Daddies : A Spicy Erotica Collection》全部章節：第 161 章 - 第 170 章

When Teachers Cûm (3)Celeste lowered her face; I felt her tongue flick over my labia, teasing my aching clít. As she grew more confident, she eagerly licked me, exploring every entrance. I ran my fingers through her hair, pressing her head closer, guiding her movements. Her hands gripped my hips tightly, and I fought to hold back my approaching orgasm.The thought of this gorgeous woman, who had never been with another woman, made me desperate. She licked the full length of me, and I could no longer keep my hips still. I writhed beneath her, fingers entangled in her hair, arching my back and coating her chin with my wetness."Mmmmm, you taste amazing," Celeste murmured softly.I sat up, running my fingers up her thigh and slipping them inside her wet pússy. "Ahhh, yes," she gasped, startled by my sudden touch."Celeste, roll onto your hands and knees," I whispered, locking eyes with her. I kissed her again, tasting her and feeling our fluids mingle. I kept my fingers inside her as sh

Why Do You Have My Nudes? (2)Maya’s POV.“Don't you dare lie to me, Maya. Tell me the truth. Have you ever craved my cóck, because you are really soaked down here?” He continued to nibble on my ear and I couldn't take it anymore.I wanted his length thrusting into me, the same length I had once peeked at while he was in the bathroom.My boss, Victor, was fúcking endowed, down to his balls. Seeing his cóck that particular day had burst my brains with desire for him, but this couldn't happen between us.It was forbidden, especially since I don't do married men, so I need to get out of here before I lose my head.I pushed Victor away with all my might and ran out of the study, breathing heavily as my heart pounded against my chest.Not long after, his wife returned from a business trip, and I breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn't allowed intimacy with my boss to go further; his wife would have caught us, and the situation was bound to end up terribly.“Hey Maya, I am hungry. Any meal

Bisexual Pharmacist Gets Taken by a Stranger (2)---I glanced over and caught Skye staring openly at my silk-covered crotch, and I made no move to cover it.I giggled and said, “Look, my panties are showing for everyone to see, and guess what? I don’t care.”She muttered something under her breath, then quickly changed the subject.“I love looking at that,” she said. “Why is it so easy to talk to you?”I smiled warmly and teased her.“Probably because you never stop talking.”I could tell the drinks were hitting her too when she gave me the cutest crooked smile.“I stop… well, sometimes I stop,” she said, shrugging. “But yeah, mostly I just keep going.”I leaned into the flirtation.“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t enjoying it,” I said. “You’re funny, and just the right amount of strange.”I rested my elbow on the bar and leaned closer, curling my lip as I whispered, “But I still wonder what it would take to shut you up.”We locked eyes as she answered.“I can imagine a few ways you c

Bisexual Pharmacist Gets Taken by a Stranger (4)She stood up and bent forward, struggling to peel off her tight jeans.One pant leg snagged, and I giggled until she caught it under her foot, stumbled, and fell half on top of me and half beside me.She caught herself with one hand so most of her weight missed me.We both burst into laughter.I wanted to fuck Skye, badly.I shifted on top of her, trying to pin her hands above her head while kissing along her neck.Just when I thought I had the upper hand, she flipped me effortlessly.I found myself crouched, sitting back on my feet, my hands held behind me as she locked eyes with me.I had been a gymnast for eight years and prided myself on my strength.She had flipped me like it was nothing.My eyes widened as she grinned wickedly.“Damn, you’re strong. Remind me never to mess with you.”We stayed still for a moment, just looking at each other.My dirty-blonde hair spilled partly over my shoulder and partly over my left breast.Our si

 Claire was standing in the same classroom where she taught Sunday school to her two sons, inside the very church she and her husband had attended for years. It was early Sunday afternoon, long after service had ended, and her boys had left with family friends to play with their children. Her husband, David, was home resting because he hadn’t felt well that morning. Claire clutched the window sill, nude pantyhose bunched at her knees, her dress flipped over her hips. Behind her, the young twenty-four-year-old preacher was driving his veiny seven-inch cock into her from behind. He was still dressed in his suit jacket, shirt, and tie, his slacks pooled around his ankles over his dress shoes. Ethan had moved to the community just over a month earlier to take over as pastor. One evening, Claire had helped him deliver meals