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THE LUST BLOOD DEBT, EPISODE 4: ANCIENT C*CK IN MY AS* There was something about playing with fire that was thrilling and addictive, especially when you survived the burn. Cillian was a man of very little patience. With the remaining strength in me after he knocked me out, I watched him get up from the floor, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He wore a victorious smile as he walked out of the room. I could not tell how much time had passed, but I had spent every second lying there, just trying to catch my breath. I was still completely naked. Still trapped in a dangerous man’s bed. And now, I had shared a wild, reckless intimacy with the devil himself. I grabbed a pillow and buried my face in it. If I had the luxury of time to cry, I would have, but I was still in grave danger. I sat up quickly and looked around. I ran to the closet to find something to wear. It was a sea of identical tailored suits hanging in endless rows. I yanked out the first one I tou

MY EROTIC MASSAGE EXPERIENCE, EPISODE 2: MUM CAN’T SEE US Mum let her towel fall to the floor before she lay on her back and closed her eyes. Jordan got to work, his hands rubbing warm oil into her smooth arms. I watched as she moaned at his touch. He massaged the oil into her right arm, then moved to the left. Her long legs were next, and he dragged his well-manicured fingers over the sensitive length of her skin. Jealousy burned hot in my stomach, even though nothing had happened yet. I watched with envy as he lifted her upper body and slid his fingers over her bare back. He stood behind her, letting her lean against his chest. "Yes, right there," Mum muttered when he dragged his fingers down to the base of her soft curves. Something snapped inside me, but I stayed hidden in the shadows. Jordan rubbed her thighs, moving dangerously close to her core. He glided past and gave her light taps on the waist. She sighed and moaned, laughing a little. "You are not doing it right

MY EROTIC MASSAGE EXPERIENCE, EPISODE 4: NOT NOW MUM, I’M CUMING There was a new confidence in knowing that Jordan was coming back to me. As far as he and Mum had gone, he had only fingered her before she fell fast asleep. I considered her lazy and completely unwilling to please a man properly. I, on the other hand, giggled inwardly, knowing Jordan would be a fool not to hurry back to my arms. I did not have to wait long at all before his shadow fell over me. “How is she?” I whispered as he crossed quietly into my tent and drew the thin curtains shut again. “She is still knocked out cold,” Jordan whispered back with a wicked grin. “Now, where did all of my cum go?” He teased, his eyes burning with heat. My heart hammered against my ribs. I knelt on the bed and reached up eagerly, just as he reached down to claim my lips in a deep, hungry kiss. He groaned softly, and I let our tongues dance together in a slow, intoxicating rhythm. I let him taste himself on me, kno

DAD AND SON BREED THE HOT TUTOR, EPISODE 1: MISS KYLIE, MY TEENAGE DREAM RICHARD Miss Kylie wasn't always my home tutor. I had Mr. Rockwell at first. Rockwell was a good teacher, but he was nothing like Miss Kylie. She had skin like butter, and I didn't need to touch it to know. She smiled with her eyes and walked with a majestic sway that only true royalty could ever muster. She was eloquent, smart, and firm. Every time she opened her mouth to explain something to me, I was drawn deeper into her sharp intelligence. She laughed easily, but she never took any nonsense. I had Miss Kylie come over on midweeks and weekends, specifically Wednesdays and Fridays. This Friday when she showed up, we had a lot of ground to cover. We were deep into the history of major wars that shifted the world's economic standards when the heavy rain began to pour. “What’s the time?” Miss Kylie asked suddenly at the end of our tutoring session. She sat right across from me in my bedroom, the air

DAD AND SON BREED THE HOT TUTOR, EPISODE 3: THE STORM RAGES, MISS KYLIE ROCKS LIPS “Wow,” Rich said. “Can I use two hands?” The boy looked to me for an answer. I nodded, though his touch was already unraveling my resolve. Beneath his warm palms, my nipples hardened until the friction began to ache. He cupped my heavy breasts with both hands, filling his palms. “They are so lovely,” Richard murmured as he squeezed. He stepped closer, burying his face in the soft valley of my cleavage. Relaxing into the intoxicating heat of the moment, I let out a soft sigh and welcomed his innocent lips against my skin. He kissed them gently, breathing in my scent as his nose brushed against my sensitive peaks. His lips slipped past my defenses, sending a delicious shiver straight to my toes. A heavy sigh caught in my throat, trapped there as I wrestled with the dangerous pull I felt toward this young man. I was older than Rich by at least twenty years, old enough to be his father’s contemp