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“Watch your Alpha taste your pleasure. See how he worships you.” Aethyra forced her eyes open, her gaze blurry with sensation. The sight of Xyrex, fierce and dominant, on his knees before her, his mouth working her into a frenzy, was the most potent aphrodisiac she could imagine. The dual sensations were overwhelming, the hot, wet suction of Xyrex’s mouth and the cool, deliberate pinching of her nipples by Zhilax. She was a instrument being played by two masters, and the music building inside her was a symphony of pure, undiluted ecstasy.

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

She kept grinding through her orgasm, then finally lifted herself off me, breathing heavily. She kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue. “You’re a natural,” she whispered. Elena reached into the nightstand and pulled out a sleek black strap-on. My eyes widened. “Not tonight,” she said with a wicked smile, putting it back. “Tonight I want to feel you against me.” She positioned herself between my legs, pressing her wet pussy directly against mine. The contact was electric. She started grinding slowly, our clits rubbing together in a perfect rhythm. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt, slick, warm, and incredibly intimate. Elena moved faster, her breasts brushing against

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

“The auction begins in twenty minutes. Submissives volunteer. Bidders win one night—whatever they desire, within negotiated limits. Safe word enforced. Everything recorded for security. No names required.” She leaned closer. “You’d fetch a high price.” Lila’s breath caught. She should leave. She stayed. Twenty minutes later, the lights dimmed. A spotlight hit the stage. The auctioneer—a tall, androgynous figure in a tailored tux—stepped forward. “Lot One,” they announced smoothly. “A delicious newcomer. Virgin to our stage. Limits: no blood, no permanent marks, no scat. Everything else… negotiable.” Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs.

Though it seemed that everyone in her life thought it was an excellent idea, she was doubtful for any real outcome that would change her life. Soon after she settled in for the night and put some music on, she sat at the login screen for a new online dating website for professional people, and she had looked up several different companies. She thought that would be the best one for her if this would even work. She doubted anyone would even look at her profile, let alone answer it. She typed her information in and then sat staring at the empty page. Crap, you need a picture, she thought. Not one to take a selfie, and she didn't want to use her work photo because it could be searched up to qui

The man moved his fingers fast, slamming them into my wet heat, then he leaned forward and captured one of my nipples in his mouth, his warm tongue gliding over it. "Fuck, make some room for me," the other lady said as she dropped to her knees in front of us. Inching closer, she latched onto my swollen clit, licking at it like it was the best thing she'd ever had. My body shuddered slightly and I could feel my climax approaching. Right on cue, the man increased his pace, slamming his fingers into my wet cunt and rubbing my spot over and over again while the lady sucking on my clit held my legs further apart for him to finger me harder. She licked and sucked on my clit harder.

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

’ I groaned, squeezing the electrified, handful mounds, sending current sparking all through me. I shook out my long, black tresses and kneaded my tan-lined boobs, pink nipples jutting rigid, sniffing the salty air, buzzing with anticipation. The Koreans were kissing each other again, Kim’s strong hands plying Jang mi’s plump buttocks, Jang mi grabbing kin ’s head and savaging his mouth. I inched twitching fingers up to my straining nipples, my whole body shaking, heavy with erotic heat. And then…rain hissed down.