AFTER HOURS의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

“You need to be taught some fucking manners.” His voice is raw, his breathing uneven and ragged as he picks up the pace, also using my precum as lube. His hand slides with more ease, pulling at the strings of my fucking sanity.“Then teach me. I’m a fast learner.” I groan, my voice cracking.I’m so close.My cock’s already a Vlad’s superfan, and now that it has his attention, it’s ready to explode in gratitude.“Oh, I will teach you.” His hand tightens around my throat, his thumb grazing my chin, and my eyes lock on his, even as his hips drive forward and heat flushes his skin red. “I’ll teach you to stop being a fuckboy and to learn how to keep it in your pants, you little slut.”“If that includes teaching me with your hand, then I’m game.”He squeezes me brutally, and a low, gruff sound spills out of my throat.“Stop yapping.” Pretty sure he means to sound harsh, but he moans because I’m touching him just right, rubbing his cock the way I do for myself while thinking about him.“Bu

Kane Slight BDSM, Slight Erotica, Lust, Yearning Vlad rises just enough to strip his pants and briefs, kicking them and his shoes aside, before turning to me. My hips lift to help him tug mine off, my sneakers scattering across the floor. Still, I don’t let go and keep sucking, biting, dragging my teeth over his perfect nipples, relishing his little sounds of pleasure. I could stay here forever, please and fucking thank you. I immediately change my mind when he tosses away my pants and boxer briefs. Because now, our cocks are touching, and I’m leaking all over the fucking place. “You’re making a mess,” he muses, his voice husky and low, tinged with wonder. “You do that to me.” I thrust against him, and he lets out a gruff rumble. “Stay still.” “Can’t.” I do it again, rubbing my aching cock against his. This time, he wraps both his hands around our lengths, pressing our cocks together. “I said. Stay still.” “Mmff,” I groan against his chest, stealing a look at his hands on

Sub genre: Age-gap Romance Themes: Slight Erotica, Slight BDSM, lust, yearning Being a quiet girl makes it easier for people to assume things about you. I am the weird girl of the class, I only speak when I'm summoned but what everyone does not know is that I crave to be fucked by the dark specimen of a man walking about the front of the classroom, talking about history and international relations. I watch his long fingers move about in explanation and my thighs clamp together at the thought of what he could do to me with those fingers. I want him to bend me against desk, whispering how bad of a girl I've been whole I read my favourite erotic book to him. I hear a whimper escape my throat and I check to see if anyone heard. He sits on the edge of the desk and my eyes get stuck on the shape of his cock. I know he must be big. Big enough to stretch my throat wide as I slurp on his cock. Big enough to stretch my tight pussy more than the pink dildo I have, hidden in my closet.

KIE Shivers wrack my body when he licks a wet trail down to the juncture of my neck. He pauses, and it feels like my body is hanging over a pointed knife. I hold my breath, the anticipation rattling my bones. And then he’s biting down again, pulling an animalistic sound from the depths of my chest. He does this, over and over, leProfessorng a trail of bruises down my neck and across my shoulder. I’m breathless by the time he pulls away. “Good girl,” he breathes, his own voice airy. I whine out a hoarse noise because he drives me crazy, baring his hips against my pussy as he feeds inches of his cock into me. Stretching me around his girth, driving in slow until his pelvis taps my cheeks. “You’re so tight, Kie…” he croak, building up shallow pumps within the searing hot grip of my body. “Your pussy is sucking my cock.” “Mmm… Mmmffuck so good.” My lips tremble nonsense, arms shaking as I hold himself up. “Fuck me, Professor… Hard.” “Are you sure?” Chills sheet my flesh, my h

I’m A Bratty Slut, I Need To Be Fucked By An Angry Innocent Top 🍆🍆💦💦BRAD“Mmm,” he hums, obviously liking that answer as he sucks harder, taking me halfway in, his eyes staying square on mine.My fingers dig into the bedsheets. This is obviously torture.“Holy fuck, more, baby… I need more.”“Hands in my hair,” he says as he pulls me out. “Don’t touch the bed. Touch me.”He doesn’t have to say it twice—my fingers are already tangled in his smooth hair, pushing him lower. His moan vibrates against my cock, sending a shock wave through me.Chad takes me deeper, swallowing more than most can manage. I’m big, and usually even the experienced ones choke, but he handles it like a champ. He truly is a fast learner.“You been training your gag reflex, baby?” I ask in rough words, and he looks at me with pride, taking even more.“Want to take my cock down that throat?”“Mmm.”“Good fucking boy,” I grunt, thrusting into his mouth.He digs his fingertips into my hips, forcing me back down