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I moaned and opened my thighs wider. “Let me feel you,” I begged. The energy thickened. It pushed inside my pussy like a cock made of pure heat. Not hard like a man, but pulsing, alive, knowing exactly how to rub every sensitive spot. “Oh fuck… yes…” I rocked my hips against nothing, taking the invisible force deeper. You will never be shy again, the book promised. You will carry my hunger into the world. Every person you touch will feed us both. Pleasure built fast. I felt the book’s ancient lust mixing with mine. Its centuries of stored ecstasy flooded my mind. I came violently, screaming as my pussy clenched around the energy cock.

I felt as if my whole body now was in a state of high sensitivity. Lucas let go of my breasts. I felt his hands on my legs now. Every touch now made me shiver. His hands sliding along my thighs made me have goosebumps all over. I suddenly caught myself thinking I wanted him to touch my pussy. I felt so sensitive. I focused on my pussy and realized it was already wet. I moaned, hoping Tom would pick up the signal. His hands kept going up, caressing my thighs, reaching my soaking wet pussy, almost touching it, then going back down to my thighs.

she got up gently from the bed and hurried inside the bathroom. Barbara finished with her business and stayed back in the restroom. She didn’t want to get intimate, so she peeped at Steve from the door hole. The young man soon fell asleep. “Oh, good” she came outside without making any sound and got back on the bed. Barbara Gillian read through the first one, “The illegitimate child” and the book was interesting and emotional as well. She smiled when she needed to and cried when she read something that was really sad, the book was filled with emotions. The Next Morning

He simply was, a mountain in the chaos, and she found herself wanting to scale him. On the fifth day, she found it. The book was unassuming, bound in a dark, supple hide that felt like the inside of a thigh. There was no title. She picked it up. The effect was instantaneous and overwhelming. It wasn't a memory or an emotion. It was pure, undiluted sensation. A phantom mouth closed over her nipple, tongue and teeth working in a rhythm that made her gasp. A hand, large and calloused, slid up the inside of her thigh. It was so vivid, so physical, her knees buckled and she had to brace herself against the shelves.

Safe search: off. What I found made my cheeks burn and my breath hitch. Words like “subspace” and “impact play” and “sensory deprivation” came with images that had me gripping the bedsheets like a lifeline. It should’ve freaked me out. It didn’t. It made me curious. It made me ache. I wanted to understand why my body had started responding to pain like it was pleasure. Why his voice alone could make me feel like I was melting from the inside out.

I damn near had to stop every few moments to avoid spilling like a godsdamned fresh youngling with his first female. The same impossibly tight hole left sucking sensations—different from the suction cup—all over my dick, targeting my cockhead, the underside of the shaft, and countless other subtle places I didn’t even know were sensitive until now. There were so many sensations I couldn’t name, things I had no language for, no reference point to describe. That was what Baevera’s body felt like. It defied reality. Defied illusion. It even defied dreams. And as my orgasm began to build once more—after fighting it off countless times tonight—I found myself grateful that this, whatever she was,

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the scent of pine needles and earth filling her senses. The first sensations were subtle, like a gentle tingling that started in her fingertips and spread through her veins. She bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest, as the tingling intensified, growing into a warm, electric current that seemed to course through her entire body. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, a sensation that was impossible to describe.

“I didn’t expect Kitten to give up so easily, but you did right. Now isn’t the time to play games, Kitten.” His lips press against mine, his grip loosening. I can feel a pout forming on my lips again. I didn’t want him to let go but I won’t pout, not a chance. The coldness of the metal pushes against my skin and the toy slides across my body sending small shocks of electricity shooting through me as it does. The toy slides down to my navel and I moan as he keeps going. Resting the toy on my clit, the small shocks of electricity make me scream, my orgasm on edge. My mind pushes it back but the more I hide it, the stronger it gets.