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‎Damon kept thrusting his thick and huge cock faster and deeper into my wet pussy to the point where I couldn't catch my breath between pumps. ‎He's such a good fucker... ‎**Author's Message** ‎Keep reading, I have more juicy, steamy stories for you that're going to make you get wet and horny🥵 Please drop your honest review on this chapter cause it would mean a lot to me. ‎Thanks 💯 ‎

So it is. You're welcome to leave comments, or send a message to myself or Master John. Please understand that I'm not a professional writer, and that I'm doing the best I can in that respect. What I do write is honest and true. Not everything regarding our relationship is sexual, so not every section will be filled with sex scene after sex scene. For example, Part 1 has a lot of background information that for me is important to the relationship. As our relationship evolves, you will see that many things I write about will be sexual, and many things will be more on the taboo side of even the BDSM lifestyle.

I leaned down, sucking her nipple into my mouth, tasting my own cum on her skin as I fucked her deeper feeling her evening inch. “Oh, yeah, right there, Zaddy,” Ariana moaned loud, her voice shaking as her pussy clamped tight around my penis. I thrust harder, feeling the pressure build in my balls, my body tense. I couldn’t hold back anymore and came hard, my cum shooting deep inside her, filling her up. She’s a grown woman now, 21 and old enough to handle it, her body trembling as she took every drop.

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

“You’ve… done this before?” His laugh was low and filthy, his eyes darkening as they held hers. “Since I was seventeen. Older women are my thing. Married ones especially. They’re always so pent up, so grateful when you give them what their husbands won’t. They come harder, beg louder, do things they’d never admit to in the daylight.”

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

Mateo said in a teasing voice filled with passion. “I want you to fuck me with your big fat cock Mateo” she whispered in his ear. Mateo stared at her shocked by her confidence but he stood up and took off his clothes and came back to bed immediately without losing eye contact with Camilla. He didn't give her a moment to breathe as he thrust his big fat cock into her relentlessly till they both cum together. And after that… Neither of them tried slowing down anymore. The night became a blur of tangled sheets, heated kisses, wandering hands, whispered names, and breathless moments in the dark.

That one finger that had penetrated me was now joined with another and his thumb was now circling my clit, while I stood there and took this pleasurable abuse from my own stepbrother, Gabriel. “Oh my god, were a woman in a past life?” He knew exactly what he was doing. He was touching on my G spot, which was not something that any man could easily do. “Damn it, you’re making it very hard to resist you… Jesus… Oh yeah, right there… Yes, right there… AHHHHHHH.” We were both semi dressed and he had just made me cum all over his fingers and the inside of my shorts. I was just glad that I was wearing my black ones, because the white ones would’ve shown the obvious evidence of what we had done tog

“Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.” Her words stung, but they also made my pussy clench harder around her fingers. Ria leaned down, kissing my neck, then my lips, as she pleasured me with skilled, relentless strokes. She added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me until I was moaning into her mouth and coming again. I came hard, shaking, and my juices were soaking the sheets. When I finally came down, panting and spent, Ria kissed my forehead. “But if you really want him… you’re going to have to prove you can take it.”

"I know you liked me watching last night. You left your legs open on purpose. Let me see James's cum leaking out of that pretty hole." He spun me around and backed me against the counter. His hand slipped inside my shorts this time, fingers sliding straight into my pussy. I was already wet and he groaned when he felt it. "Fuck, Lauren. You're soaked. All this from thinking about me stroking my cock while your husband fucked you?"