All Chapters of Steamy Dreams : Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Before I even realize I’m doing it, my hand finds its way under myskirt. My clit is hard and ultra-sensitive. I barely have to touch it before I’mshaking like a frightened chihuahua. My boss’s hips start to buck; I doubthe can help himself. I make my hand an extension of my mouth so it feelslike he’s thrusting into something deeper, like my pussy...I moan at thethought."Are you touching yourself?" he asks.Embarrassed, I stop everything. I’ve never masturbated in front ofsomeone before—not even Kevin. It feels too personal, too intimate. WhenI glance up at Mr. Royce, his cheeks are ruddy and his eyes are dark.“Stand up, Lily.” When I don’t, he makes me, grasping my shouldersand hauling me to my feet. He reaches under my skirt to feel my panties,and his mouth tips up at the corners. "Well, I’ll be damned. The brat isenjoying herself."My face burns like an inferno. I can't help rocking against his hand ashe pets me. It feels so fucking good. He kisses my mouth, his tongue

“Just one or do you stack them?” He parts my pussy lips.“B—both.” I moan and twitch as he strokes my clit directly. It’s so intense. Almost too intense. I try and close my legs, but he holds them open.“It’s okay, Bella,” he coos. “You’ll get used to it.”He circles my clit lightly, then rubs up and down, switching up his technique until he finds the touch that makes me tremble. He doesn’t stop teasing my nipples, even as he fingers me, pinching just enough to focus the sensation without hurting me. He’s patient and attentive, he’s generous. Hemakes me want to tense up and bear down and be everywhere at once.I grapple for purchase on the sides of the tub as I feel my orgasm ratcheting up. It’s amazing how much more intense the build-up is when you’re being fingered as opposed to humping soft things. He holds me tightly, keeping my legs apart as he strokes. I can feel his cock rubbing, rubbing, rubbing against my back, as my muscles clench and a shockwave of pleasure ricochets outwa

My panties are already wet and he’s barely started touching me. He plays with my breasts until I’m a trembling, writhing ball of need. I need to feeleven more of him against me.I need to make him feel good, too. Reaching between us, I grasp the waistband of his boxers and try to pull them down, but the angle is wrong. Still, he gets the message, using his free hand to help me.Lifting my leg, I position his cock between my thighs and then close them. He thrusts forward, the top side of his cock rubbing against my soaked panties.His breath washes over my shoulder. “You're a dirty girl, aren’t you, Anna?” he whispers. “You like it when I stare at your tits. You like the thought of me jerking off to—"The other sleeping bag rustles as my mom shifts.We stop. Josh’s cock pulsates between my legs, leaking sticky fluid onto my fingers.A few seconds go by, and then silently, he resumes moving, sliding back and forth along my panties. It’s like he can’t help himself. The feel of him brush

After a moment, I break the kiss to let her catch her breath.“Tell me what you need, Casey Bear.”“I need something...inside. I need you inside me, Papa. Like this, but bigger.” She jacks my dick faster, angling it between her legs to rub her clitlike she’s been doing it forever. Like she and my cock have been secretly seeing each other for ages, and I’m just now learning about it.I rise onto my knees so that I’m directly above her, my fingers pummeling her tight little hole as she uses my cock to rub herself. Casey’s skin is hot. She’s practically on fire. I kiss a line down her neck, then dip my face to lick her nipples.A low moan rumbles up from my chest. I’ve always been a breast man, and Casey’s tits are some of the best I’ve ever seen. All those times I had topretend I wasn’t looking when she hopped out of the shower, the hugs that made my dick hard for hours after, come flooding back into my memory.Sucking on her tits is like the fulfillment of every dirty dream I’ve ever

Internally, I paused and thought to myself, 'Great, the one who thinks black and white is a personality, has input.'Then I spoke. "Let me guess, you think the color wheel stops at 'Sensible Dove Gray?'"Isla's head popped up quickly as she glared at me. This was the battleground being drawn;, if I got this job, the clash of personalities, had just begun.I pressed the space bar on my laptop, flipping to a widescreen image of the open and spacious bar."Roger," I said, ensuring my voice was steady, "The Velvet Hour, this area is designed to bring more than just hotel clientele in, generating significant revenue. My concept is less about a dark, dull feel and more about setting the stage for a meeting place."Isla opened her eyes wide as if now paying more attention. I assured them that this would be "the" popular place for all to come and gather. A refined establishment meant for pleasure and business meetings alike. My voice, calm and steady, filled the room, carrying the conviction