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Zac starts panting like an animal that needs water. “Oh yes, yes, baby. I was dressed in baby pyjamas, touching my feet, thinking would you ever want me? Will I ever see your cock and suck on it like a lollipop? I wanted it desperately like air. What would it be like to have you fuck me doggy style!? “Oh, God. You’re killing me, Haley, Really you fantasized about me? “Yes, honey, your cock was my ultimate dream.” I sighed and continued to move the skin of his giant member with my feet until I felt him slowly tremble on the sofa! Ready to blow up!

The library’s floor is polished, and it has a granite fireplace and a comfortable, well-worn sitting arrangement. I heave a sigh, relieved that Ms. Lennie isn’t around to reprimand me. I’ve always loved reading and collecting romance books at home, so seeing these shelves just makes my heart soar. I start my journey inside, searching for cookbooks. Instead, I stumble upon a book placed in a glass cage in the middle of the classics section. I lean forward, touching the glass as I try to read the title. It’s Macbeth and Hamlet by William Shakespeare. The air instantly abandons my lungs when I catch sight of the leather-bound cover. It’s very old but still stunning.

Her moist pussy, swollen pussy lips and sexy legs made my penis throb. The stair well is warm and clammy from a steam pipe hissing steam as I approached this goddess. The steam made her smooth skin glisten as beads of sweat cascaded down her skin. Her body jumps as I run my hands up her cafes, my breathe is short as I enjoy the feel of her softness.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

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When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

She was on her knees in the study, those big doe eyes looking up at me as she took my cock deeper into her throat. I woke up leaking precum, sheets ruined. No other woman compares. I’ve fucked a few since she left—cold, empty encounters—but they all pale. I want her innocence corrupted by me. Want to teach her how to ride a man’s face until she floods my tongue. Want to fill her womb with load after load until she’s marked as mine forever. Her nipples tightened against the lace of her bra. Elena shifted in the chair, one hand unconsciously drifting to the hem of her sundress. The silk whispered against her thighs as she read on, the journal detailing fantasies that grew darker and more posse

“Professor Reynolds caught me daydreaming about your cock. I need you so fucking bad right now.” He kissed me hungrily, his thick fingers finding my dripping pussy. I dropped to my knees, pulled out his massive cock, and sucked him deep into my mouth. “Mmm, Daddy… your cock tastes so good,” I moaned between slurps. “I love sucking you at work. Fuck my throat, please.” “Harder… yes, just like that,” he groaned, guiding my head. “Oh fuck, right there, princess. Faster. Take me deeper. Yes… oh there… your mouth is perfect.”

I ran a hand down and touched myself there—smooth, a little swollen already from just thinking about this. I turned off the lights. Only the dim glow from the streetlight outside came through the curtains, painting everything soft and shadowy. I climbed onto their bed, right in the middle, and lay back against the pillows that smelled like him. My legs fell open on their own. The lace felt scratchy and soft at the same time against my thighs. I closed my eyes and let the fantasy start. In my head, the bedroom door opened. Heavy footsteps. Alistair’s voice, deep and rough.

She felt the wet heat of a stranger's tongue, rough and demanding, laving at her skin before teeth clamped down hard. Another cry crawled out of her throat. She continued bouncing up and down, chasing an orgasm that felt just out of reach and Daniel groaned, his control fracturing as her pussy clenched around him. He squeezed her breasts again, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and for a split second, the real sensation and the fantasy aligned. Seraphina's eyes rolled back in her head. She imagined him looking down at her, watching his cock disappear inside her, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her fall apart.