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Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

I was so wet, so soaking wet down there. As my fingers glided all over my pussy, I could hear the erotic noise my pussy lips made as I rubbed them together; as they came in contact, the squelching sounds of my pussy lips sounded so fucking sexy, the feeling was intense, it felt so good, the sensation was too much, it was mind-blowing.

Bracing her against his body with one arm, he pulled the comforter over them, as they laid there; the distant hum of the crush of people and cars along The Strip was the only sound that floated into the room from the open window. With her head resting against his chest, she closed her eyes and let herself be lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, as she pushed aside all the worries and doubts that she knew she would have to deal with—but she would deal with them later. For now she would just enjoy being in the arms of a gorgeous man who’d given her one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever experienced in her entire life. As she drifted off to sleep, she finally understood w

The cot groaned in protest, its sound lost under their ragged breathing and the wet, slapping sound of their joining. He kissed her throat, her shoulders, her breasts, his mouth worshiping every inch of skin he could reach. The scent of her; jasmine and sex and her unique, wild magic filled his senses, drowning out the last vestiges of guilt. This was not a sin. This was a sacrament. “Harder,” she urged, her voice a broken whisper. “I’m not made of glass. I won’t break.”

She was very addicted to his passionate kiss and only then did she feel the pain again when he suddenly pushed it harder and finally his whole hardness buried into her. "Ahhgggh!" She even moaned inside his mouth. She was also overwhelmed by the sudden pain but he did not release her mouth. He moved slowly over her while still kissing her passionately. Eventually, he stopped kissing her as he moved faster and faster. "Ahhhh .. Unggghhh!" the pain she once felt was being replaced by a strange sensation. Her hips were also rising to keep up with the man's movements. She was moving rhythmically with his body. "Ahh! Ahhh! Ahh!" They moaned at the same time.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t