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but instead she rubbed her gigantic tits on his face, and stroked his cock at the same time. She created perfect sensual friction that caused Light to close his eyes, stand still, and let himself be pleasantly tortured. Lexi inhaled as much sexual energy as she could from Light from this action. Many centuries of practice had enlightened her on the fact that this was the quickest method to make a straight man cum. The sexual energy emanated from humans produces testosterone in Sex Demons. That was why Lexi and her husbands preferred to consume the sexual energies of attractive and freaky humans only. Where can you find those? Of course, on the dark web.

The forbidden thrill of our location heightened every sensation, making my skin tingle and my pulse race with exhilaration and nervousness. I felt completely claimed in this position, exposed yet safe in his strong hands. Pleasure built gradually once more, coiling tighter in my belly as his rhythm intensified. Emotions swirled inside me — the joy of being wanted so intensely mixed with the weight of crossing such a serious boundary with my literature teacher.

I couldn’t hold in anymore as he pinched my nipples and used his finger to circle on them. “I would love to suck these nipples.” He said, nibbling on my ears which sent a shiver down my spine. My clits throbbed, my hearth began pounding and my breath became slow and uneven. He looked at me and smiled, his tongue licked my breasts and his teeth grazed my nipple. He sucked them like a baby, using his hand to pinch the other as he sucked one. I became wet, closed my legs tight. “Don’t fight it” he said with a low seductive voice. I opened my legs slowly and he traced his finger down to my wet dripping pussy, shifted my panties and touched it, then brought his finger out. He put it in my mouth “

She merely chuckled in response, rich and knowing. "Then you've clearly misinterpreted the dear thing's wholesome intentions, I fear," Lilly sighed dramatically. "Because from my literary trainspotter's perch, connecting on such an exalted cerebral plane appears to be foreplay in full swing for your enigmatic young ghostwriter." Once more, the memory of Chris's intense stare and resonating timbre rising in fervent defense of feminine perspectives enshrined through erotic literature crashed over me unbidden. The memory sparked an unexpected frisson low in my abdomen - one that spoke of anything but sanitized literary discourse.

As I stood, I swayed gently, running my hands down my hips and squeezing my breasts while wetting my lips. He was captivated by the spectacle and began to masturbate. I crouched down and replaced his hand with mine, giving the skin of his penis a slow, deliberate massage. I opened his legs and began to graze his feet, then his thighs, with my breasts. I gently brushed his cock and moved up, my nipples tracing his body until I placed my breasts on his face.

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in

Adrian reached out, took the damp cotton between two fingers, brought them to his nose, inhaled once—deliberately—then set them on the desk like evidence. “Sit on the edge. Legs apart.” Elise perched on the desk, palms flat behind her for balance. She spread her thighs. Her pussy was flushed dark pink, lips swollen, clit peeking from its hood, glistening. A thin string of arousal stretched and broke as she opened wider. Adrian studied her for a long moment—clinical, appreciative. “You were reckless,” he said quietly. “Anyone in the row behind could have seen. Heard.” “I know.” “You didn’t care.”

Stopping for a moment, I bite the corner of my mouth, pouting my lips as I scrutinize the rest of the words. Zeath intentionally handed me this book. I mean, we’re both adults. But did he know the content before giving it to me. And I didn’t check it either. It’s a fucking erotic book! “You read this?” I ask. I’m not surprised that he did, though. It just feels a bit odd since I’ve never seen him read a novel before. Talk more of erotic. He was more into newspapers—or I just didn’t look close enough to notice. “Yeah. It’s a kink series, actually.” Kink?? “Dark romance. I enjoy reading dark romance.”

After flipping over some books I realized that all the books there are erotic, and some of them can even be traced back to the Roman empire's age but I have doubts that they weren't written then, but are books written burrowing the ways of then and that the author is so good that it made the book almost look truth and real, because it's never possible for books written then to survive till this day, it's practically impossible and I will never believe it. After checking and checking, I finally settled on one, when you have no other option but to still choose one. But those that mean the brothers have nothing else to do than 'erotic?' well, I cleared my throat. I mean only 'Sex?' What happene

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”