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His hands slid down my hips, fingers slick with our combined essence, his cum, my arousal, as he smeared the evidence across my skin. “Hope you enjoyed the show,” he murmured, voice rough with possession. I nodded, eyes locked on my mother’s crumbling face, a smile spreading as I slid off the vanity. I dropped to my knees before Gerard, taking his still-thick cock into my mouth without hesitation. I sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling the sensitive underside, tasting the bitter-salt tang of his release mixed with my own essence. My eyes never left Lydia’s, watching the woman’s shoulders shake, seeing the way her gaze darted between Gerard’s buried cock and my bobbing head, horrifi

Anything. Aaron’s hands were everywhere, rough and insistent. He gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, the cool granite biting into her bare thighs as her short dress hiked up dangerously high. The pink lace thong was exposed again, damp from her earlier masturbation and the dream’s lingering heat. He stepped between her legs, forcing them apart with his hips, and she felt it—the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her core through his jeans. “Aaron… we can’t,” she gasped, breaking the kiss, her voice a shaky whisper. But even as she said it, her hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more friction.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

His hands made their way to my back, loosening my dress. Then he stared at my breasts. “These fucking tits” he breathed in my ears as he used his hands to fondle my breasts. Massaging them, and circling my swollen nipples. Everywhere began to feel hot. I couldn’t hold in anymore as he pinched my nipples and used his finger to circle on them.

She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain. “Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered. He moved to the other breast, biting gently before soothing it with his tongue. His hand slid down her stomach and under the waistband of her jeans. He pushed them down along with her panties in one rough motion. Mira kicked them off the rest of the way. Now she was completely naked under him. Jake sat back on his knees and looked at her body. His eyes were dark with hunger. “So fucking pretty,” he said.

“Spread your legs wider for me. Fuck yourself nice and deep. I love you like this—my dirty little angel moaning for me across the miles. You’re so fucking sexy, Sylvia. I adore hearing you lose control.” The heat between my legs intensified, a slow burn that spread through my entire body. I pushed my t-shirt up over my breasts, exposing them to the cool air, and pinched one nipple hard enough to make myself gasp. “Oh god… mmm… I’m so sensitive tonight. My nipples are aching. I wish your mouth was on them, sucking and biting while you fucked me.”

My body involuntarily rocks around his fingers, forgiving him for the sins I want him to commit. “Ummm…” He hisses and finger fucks me. Now, Jay has pulled down his zipper, and the length of his hard cock pushes through the opening. His hand curls around his cocl and he strokes himself. I moan and bite my lips and laugh like a psycho bitch while watching my husband pleasure himself as he watches me being fucked by his top dogs. My pussy soaks up, a spoiled, ruined bitch. “Come here,” Terry stops fucking and pulls all fingers out of my pussy. The hand toying with my breasts goes to my shoulder, and he easily flips me to face him. “Strip.” He gives a cold command.

The brothers interrogated me and even though I’d only half heard them, I responded as much as I could and sometimes, my response would come out as gibberish but they didn’t seem to care. I moved my fingers from the confines of my tight pussy, up to clit as I moved my fingers in circles, breathing heavily and moaning so loudly that everyone else in the room had stopped just to watch us. I could feel my orgasm building up and ready to crash down on me like a wrecking ball as I flicked my fingers across my sensitive clit. “How do you feel now that you’ve left your pussy ass gay boyfriend?” Atlas asked and I drew in a sharp breath as I pumped my fingers into myself faster.

CONTENT WARNING: Explicit lesbian erotica, dominance/submission, public fingering/car orgasm, oral sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, first-time sapphic encounter CHAPTER ONE I was nineteen, on my own for the first time at university, and just beginning to explore the sapphic facets of my sexuality the first time I spotted Sabine across the floor of some small town gay club with a stupid name. Electricity crackled in the air between us. Her striking, lavender eyes swept up and down my body like a spotlight, savoring my ample curves, tracking the gentle sway of my hips. Her eyes stopped at the apex of their second trip, her gaze resting on my lips. She slowly licked hers like a hungry cat be