《Claim Me, Daddies : A Spicy Erotica Collection》全部章節：第 191 章 - 第 200 章

My Coworker Made Me Wet (3)I brought my hand to the back of her neck. Her hair felt soft beneath my fingers, and her skin was warm.I slipped my tongue between her lips. She met it eagerly, her tongue moving against mine, soft and searching.She leaned in closer, kissing my mouth and my lips, and then she surprised me. She pushed me down onto the bed.“Can we lie side by side and keep doing this?” she asked. “Is that too much?”Breathless, I answered, “Not at all. I would love that.”Lying side by side, I pulled her closer and kissed her again. She lifted her right leg over my hip and tugged my legs closer to her body.Her hand settled on my hip. As she kissed me, her hips moved back and forth without her even seeming to notice.I could feel her arousal building. She broke the kiss and said, “I want to feel your skin.”Without hesitation, I slid my hand under her shirt and felt her warm stomach. I pulled the fabric up, revealing her body in a simple white bra.“I should feel embarras

"I know exactly what I sell, and I don’t apologize for surviving. I stopped asking for forgiveness the day survival became my job.”CHAPTER 1: DRIPPING CREAM.Tracy’s POV: “Why are men so senseless and frustrating?” My coworker and best friend turned sister Dani sighs, bent over the counter with her head in her hands.“What is it this time Dani?” I asked with a laugh as I diligently packed a customer's order.“Can you imagine that man over there at table 064. This is the fourth girl he is bringing in this week and he is MARRIED!!” she spat angrily. I couldn't help the laugh that busted out of me.Dani was such a strong advocate for women, hence her dislike for men and cheating. The irony of everything was so funny, because Danny and I encountered lying cheating men daily because of our line of work.We were waitresses by day and séx workers by night, and before you start judging us, try moving to Los Angeles with nothing to your name, no connection and no degree. This was the best we

"I have a client, who's also become my friend, who makes intimate films for couples so they can have their own personal pórn flicks. I could arrange to have him come over and film us if you think you might like that," she said, her voice tentative as if she were asking permission and watching my reaction closely.We had often enjoyed watching soft pórn before we made love, and lately the pórn we watched had not been very soft at all. It was not extreme by any standard, but it often focused on situations involving more than one man and one woman, lingering on bodies and reactions.Of course, I had initially introduced her to lésbian pórn, but eventually she returned the favor by bringing in MMF bisexual films. Sometimes I had to stop watching and just pleasure her while she watched, not because I disliked them but because I had to distract myself or I would cüm too quickly.Over time, I had come to enjoy watching men pleasure each other for the entertainment of their women. I realized

Dorian eats pússy like a man possessed. I have never seen anything like it.It is like a junkie who has not had a fix in weeks. He dives in like he is never going to get another taste.Fire alarms could go off and he would not even flinch. When he locks onto me, there is no stopping him.I have never experienced anything so intense. The way he devours me makes my knees weak and my chest ache.He does not rush. He does not stop.He moves like a predator tasting something he cannot get enough of. I shiver at the thought of what he will do next.I am telling this story because every woman should beware of Dorian and his relentless pússy-eating habits. He is hot, yes.Blue eyes that pierce right through you, a lean, muscular body, and a confidence that makes him dangerous in the bedroom. But it is not just the looks or the body.It is the way he worships a woman like she is the only thing he has ever wanted. It is the way he takes control, the way he makes you submit with nothing more tha

Later that evening, Beth stood in front of a full-length mirror, getting ready. She had picked up some new underwear at Victoria’s Secret, a black satin thong and bra set that clung to her petite, trim body in a way that made her linger over her reflection.Beth was undeniably beautiful. She had a raven-black hair cut in a soft pageboy style, the curled ends framed her face with a teasing sweetness that drew attention to her delicate features.Tonight, her hair was swept back behind her ears with her favorite antique comb clip. From there, it spilled down her slender neck and brushed her shoulders like silk.Her eyes were a deep, smoldering green, sharp and luminous, carrying a quiet intensity that hinted at confidence and curiosity.At thirty-four, Beth kept herself in remarkable shape through regular exercise and a sensible diet. Her smooth skin and fresh features made her look far younger, almost deceptively innocent.Yet her body told a different story. Her breasts were full and f