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I was really hoping for lucky tonight. I kept refreshing, biting my lip, my pussy already tingling just from reading the dirty descriptions. Finally, a match notification came through. Same interests: rough sex, no names, anonymous, high libido, no limits. The profile was simple — no picture, just a short bio that said “I’ll give you exactly what you need. Hard. Deep. No mercy.”

And on top of that, we kissed and had sex. Sex! I was still a virgin in real life. What made me dream of Lorenzo, of all men, to be my lover? This wasn’t right. And I didn’t feel right. In fact, I was still hot and sweaty. Just the thought of him had me thinking about my dream again. I touched my lips, remembering his hard lips pressed on mine, and my heart rapidly increased in speed again. I pulled the blanket off, my head going dizzy. But that still didn’t help alleviate my symptom. I was hot and bothered.

Forbidden Pleasures Dear Stepmother 2 All Night Long The afternoon went by slowly after their quick fuck in the library. Racheal put on a thin sundress with nothing underneath. Every time she moved, Charles could see her smooth pussy. It was still wet from his cum. His cock stayed half-hard the whole time. He wanted her again and again.

I discovered sex when I was in college. One day I was at college during the afternoon break when I was 16. There was a handsome boy who was always around me. A couple of talks, a walk in the campus corridors while the rest of the class was having a lesson, and before I knew it I was sneaking into a toilet with him and he was slipping it to me. Let’s just say that at the time I understood why he has been called ‘The Boss’ in the entire college. He had what even I knew at the time was an enormous penis.

Chapter 3 The hallway buzzed with the usual after-school chaos, lockers slamming, laughter echoing with the scent of sweat and cheap perfume thick in the air. I clutched my books tighter, my pulse quickening as I spotted Damien leaning against the wall near the chemistry labs, his dark eyes tracking my every move. His smirk was slow, deliberate, the kind that made my stomach twist with dread and something far more shameful.

Her long, midnight-black hair was spread across the pillow like dark silk, and her body bore the delicious evidence of their passion—faint hickeys blooming on her neck and shoulders, light handprints on her ass cheeks, and the sticky remnants of dried cum between her smooth thighs. Damien Cross woke up rock-hard, his thick morning wood pressed firmly against the soft, warm curve of her ass cheek. The sight of her like this—marked, used, and still so irresistibly tempting—sent a fresh surge of lust through him. He couldn’t resist. Moving slowly behind her, he gently spread her legs wider. Raven stirred, a sleepy, seductive smile curving her full lips even before her violet eyes opened. “Greed

Ava, a college student, finds herself in a passionate and forbidden relationship with her professor, Elijah. The chapter begins with Ava recalling their intense kiss in the library and their subsequent encounter in Elijah's shower. The narrative is filled with explicit details of their intimate mom… ************************************** I stood under the hot shower, letting the steaming water cascade down my body, my skin tingling with anticipation. It was just moments ago that I, Ava, had given in to my desires and kissed Elijah, my college professor, in the middle of the library.

“Maybe it is. Maybe I wrote it so you’d finally stop treating me like just another student. You stand up there in lectures tearing everyone apart with that voice, and all I can think about is you tearing my clothes off and using me until I can’t speak straight. Does that make you hard, Dr. Black? Knowing your words make my pussy wet in the middle of class?” He didn’t flinch. Instead he stepped closer, towering over me, one hand gripping the back of my chair. The heat from his body rolled over me, and I could smell him again. “Careful,” he murmured, flipping to another page of my essay. “You claim the power exchange makes the submission hotter. Explain that part. Word for word. Don’t hide beh

“You’re obsessed. This deal is all you talk about. My pussy, my body is just a tool for your power trip.” Before she could say more, a knock hit the door. Room service guy handed over a package. No name on it but Elena knew. She opened it on the bed. Inside: a signed first edition of her favorite author, the one she mentioned loving back in college but Damian never remembered. Next, a small bottle of rare perfume, the exact scent she wore on their first date years ago — spicy vanilla that always made her feel sexy. And a handwritten note on thick paper. “Elena. Last night you opened up. I listened. Wear this scent when you think of me stretching you. Come to my suite tonight. No rush. But yo

Heat rushed up my chest as I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “Did you have fun tonight with Zoe?” he asked. “Yeah, we just watched some stupid romcom.” I tried to keep my voice steady, ignoring the throb building between my legs. Why did he have to look so good even half-asleep? He smirked slightly, pushing off the counter and stepping closer. The smell of his cologne mixed with masculine sweat made my head spin. “You’re a beautiful girl, Maddie.” My breath hitched. My nipples hardened instantly under my thin shirt. Was he flirting with me? Was this real?