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he wanted to complain but his wife interrupted. “Where are you off too young lady?' “My class is hosting a party.“ Stella stared at the clock and shakes her head in disapproval. “It's late.“ “Mom, it's 8pm.“ “And I said it's late, come back in room and sleep or better still read your books.“ “Mom. This isn't fair, I am no longer a child. I'm 21 years.“ “20 years,” Stella corrected. “Same thing, my birthday is in two months. What difference does it make? I'm an adult and I have the right to go for parties.“

“My God, I don't think I've played that game since college, and frankly I'd like to keep it that way because some memories should remain buried.” “Perfect,” Maddie declared, pointing at him as though he'd accidentally strengthened her argument. “The greatest tragedy of adulthood is that everyone eventually convinces themselves they've become mature, emotionally evolved, and far too sophisticated for bad decisions, when in reality most people desperately need to do something stupid every once in a while for the sake of their mental health.”

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Welcome to P**n Academy ~ Olivia ~ I stood outside the tall glass building, heart beating fast. The sign above the door read “P**n Academy” in bold red letters. It looked like any normal school from the outside, but I knew better. This place trained people to have sex on camera… professionally, confidently, and without shame.

It felt slightly swollen there, and I could feel the electricity rushing to my head. "Greg… W-What's this?" I asked, my voice unsteady. "It's your 18th birthday today, Lola," he replied. "You're an adult now, and I'm going to have to teach you a few things so that no one can take advantage of you." So, that was what it was. I was an adult now, and Greg was going to teach me these things, right? On the screen, the man began sucking the woman's buds, while he slid a hand down between her legs and began fondling her there.

Shit, girl, I love the way you ride this dick. I snickered to myself as the memories of last night replayed through my mind. We went a total of three rounds, and I was surprised that he could keep up. Last night solidified that there was now an age requirement to hit. If you ain’t over the age of thirty, then I don’t even want ya. I made it halfway across the street and wondered if I should have left a note. Nah. Elijah’s a rational adult and won’t get in his feelings about me leaving without saying bye.

Not to mention how much I had actually enjoyed being punished like he had done when he had fucked me so wonderfully before going so weird. Aden really had been right about me acting like a kid, though. Dressing sexy and getting drunk in response to him ignoring me had seemed like a good idea at the time but had been epically immature in retrospect. More like something a teen would do. Not a grown woman pushing thirty. Old enough to drink, old enough to drink responsibly, as my uncle Rory used to say. “I really am, you know.” “You really are what?” Aden asked. “Grownup. I mean adult. I really am an adult.”

He was forced to take alcohol. His uncle's exact words that day were; “It’s your sixteenth birthday, Nipote. It’s your sweet sixteen, and I want you to enjoy it the way your dad and I did ours," After being forced to chug down more than a bottle of alcohol, he was thrusted into a room filled with horny women. He had his first sex that night. It wasn't sex. It was rape. At the end of the night, he was the only one who walked out of that room alive. He ended all those women's lives after the deed. And he got punished for that; after that night, he was never allowed the freedom he used to get on his birthday again.

Alice was a buxоm, соnfіdеnt 30-year оld, her thісk thighs ѕtrаіnіng against hеr ѕkіrt аnd her massive сlеаvаgе pulling his eyes downward. "Cоmе оn; dоn't bе a prude juѕt lеt mе tаkе it оut for a little whіlе. I juѕt wаnt tо ѕее іt. I won't tеll аnуоnе you lеt mе," thе brunеttе promised, but a ѕlу рrеdаtоrу lіght shined in her dаrk еуеѕ.

Jet explains. "Fat head," she whispers to herself. "Uh-" What the fuck do I do now? "I'll go get a real adult," "You're not a real adult?" she asks. "I am, but I've only been a real adult for a week," "What does that mean?" "I just turned eighteen four days ago," "Oh, happy late birthday," she laughs. "Thank you," "Did you get lots of presents?" "No, I didn't. I got a lot of responsibilities,"