Forbidden Sinful Desires: A Steamy Spicy Erotica Collection 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

“As you should.” He pulled back slightly, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.I nodded too fast, trembling all over. “Ye… yes,” I stammered, the word barely a whisper, breath shaking out of me.“Good.” He eased back, settling on the edge of the couch, thighs spread wide like a king on a throne.“You know, you’ve been very good to me… well, sometimes. I basically needed you, and you played your role perfectly without even being told what to do.”“I did want to go undercover,” he continued, eyes glinting. “I just had to use you as my substitute so I didn’t get suspected—which kinda worked.”“Now… I’m so fucking confused how your damn ass investigator actually found out about me. There’s only one thing—there’s an imposter in my midst. If I find out who, he’s going to die miserably.” His voice dropped, cold ,lethal .I flinched, my hands trembling.“Baby… don’t be scared, okay?” He reached out, brushed a knuckle along my jaw. “I’d marry you, truly. I’m actually starting to love you—da

I moved to Baltimore to come live with Desmond, my boyfriend. We met at a dating site on ‘X’ and he became a very big part of me, I was madly in love with him. I have come all the way from New Zealand because I was offered a job here in Baltimore. I gladly told him about it, telling him to help me check out some apartments, basically house hunting, which he declined… and offered me a much better offer — to stay with him in his apartment. Well, that was my plan all along anyway, so yeah… I gladly accepted. I was really excited, our relationship became quite depressing for a little while because of the distance. We barely had a couple moments. He works a double shift, so he always goes home late… and ends up dozing off just three minutes into the call. So yeah… that sums up the reason why I’m excited… well also, we could have frequent sex… so I thought. It’s been three months since I’ve been staying with him, and bro hasn’t even for one day seen me naked, worst have sex with me. Wh

I’ve been in love with my homeboy—technically my best friend—for as long as I can remember. But if I ever called him that to his face, it would be one-sided as hell. I still tell other people he’s my best friend, just never when he’s around. The second I do, his whole face tightens like I’ve insulted his bloodline. He says I’m “too much,” that I don’t act “girly” enough, that I’m always “acting like a stud.” Whatever that means.I never confessed ten years ago in college, so I’m damn sure not doing it now. Besides, he’d never see me that way. I’m deadass confident about that.Yet here we are, in his living room, rain drumming hard against the windows. I’m sitting on his worn leather couch, legs spread in my usual baggy cargo pants, and oversized hoodie, and he’s curled into me like a broken thing. His head is heavy on my chest, arms locked around my waist, face buried between my breasts like he’s trying to disappear. He’s crying again—third time this week in a row —and every sob vibr

Oh God, where do I even start? I’m Mira, and this Thanksgiving was supposed to be just another family gathering—me, my dad, my grandma, and my boyfriend Van Wylde. But then Gogo and Paris, turning everything upside down. We’d already had our little “pre-dinner fun” in the kitchen earlier—me, Gogo, and Paris tangled up in a sweaty, moaning mess of fingers and tongues, exploring each other’s curves like we were starving for more than just turkey. My pussy was still throbbing from the way Paris had licked me clean, her tongue flicking over my clit while Gogo’s big, juicy tits pressed against my back. But now, sitting at the dinner table with everyone, all I could think about was getting a piece of Van. And from the hungry looks in Gogo’s and Paris’s eyes, they felt the same. The table was set perfectly: golden turkey in the center, stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce—the works. Dad was carving the bird, grandma was chattering about old family recipes, and Van was right next to me,

“Ho–ho–hooo, merry fucking Christmas, you filthy animals. Who’s been a naughty little elf this year? Mama Claus has a sack full of surprises… but only if you unwrap me first.”She drags one manicured nail down the zipper, letting the coat fall open another inch. Her nipples are already rock-hard, poking through the fur trim. She grabs her own tits, squeezes them together, and gives the camera a wicked grin.I’m standing just off-camera in nothing but red velvet pants and a Santa hat, my cock already straining against the Santa’s fabric. My heart’s hammering. I step into frame, voice low and rough.“Santa, I’ve been dumped and down… but seeing you? My cock just went full North Pole, baby. I’m about to split your chimney wide open.”The director flashes a quick thumbs-up from behind the monitor. Good take.Cut.I’m Chris . Yeah, that Chris. The same pathetic loser who got dumped by his girlfriend of three years exactly nine days ago because, and I quote, “I wasn’t going anywhere in lif