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"Clichés but I was interested to know what my woman invest most of her time in." He cares. My brain tells me but my other self is saying no he doesn't. He's doing it for his benefit. "The books" he pause. "I learn what Smut is in your world." I want the ground to swallow me right there. Oh wait. Did he just say learn? "You-" "You taught me what Smut is? " he winks at me. Fuck, that was so embarrassing." I only know the word fuck and fuck" he says, moving towards me.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

I licked her shell, making her exhale sharply, and looked at her eyes as I said, “Come on, pretty girl, you don’t want to miss out, do you?” “Pretty girl?” “Yes, you’re a pretty girl with a cute girl-next-door blush on your cheeks. Let me ask again,” I repeated and said with a small smirk, “You don’t want your pretty cunt to miss out on me, do you?” You can know more about my book and bonus content through mahimistry d o t c o m <3 I G : authormahimistry

I murmured against her bare neck, my teeth grazing the mark. Fuck, I wanted to give her another one. I wanted to bite her againharder, deeper, longer. My heart stuttered and I gripped her hips from behind, pulling her ass against me. I wanted to give her a pup right here, right now. Fill her with a thick load. “Fine.” She snapped the book shut and turned to face me, meeting my eyes. She glanced down at my bare chest, ran her tongue across her bottom lip, and hooked a finger through my belt loop. “I have been reading werewolf smut.”

My ass landed on his covered erection, and I sucked in a breath. “See how much I want you? Do you want me too?” I crossed my arms around my chest, trying to hide the way my nipples had pebbled under the fabric of my nightgown. Vik gently slapped my hands away from my front, exposing my pebbled nipples to him. “I… maybe I want to fuck you too. But that’s not because of you. I was already in the middle of reading a smutty book. That’s why I’m so horny.”

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She learned to ride Isolde's strap-on while looking into her eyes. In the cabin on another weekend, they tried new positions. Isolde sat on Seraphina's face and ground her pussy against her mouth. Seraphina licked and sucked until Isolde came hard. Then Isolde returned the favor, making Seraphina squirt again on the wooden floor. "You're so wet for me every time," Isolde said afterward. "I created a little addict." Seraphina smiled, face flushed. "I love it. I love belonging to you. ."

"That's it, baby…come all over my cock. Milk me dry, you perfect little slut." I shattered, a guttural wail ripping out as the orgasm hit like a freight train, my pussy convulsing in vicious waves, flooding him, the desk, everything in a hot, messy rush. He rode it out with a bellow, pulling out at the brink, fist flying over his drenched shaft. Cum erupted in thick, searing jets across my ass and thighs, painting me sticky and owned, ropes cooling fast on my fevered skin. "Cum on my cock," I panted, dazed and greedy, twisting back to wrap my hand around him, pumping slow through the spasms to chase every last shudder, my fingers slick and shining when I let go.

He reached down, grabbed one with a thick hardback and smacked my back with it. “Read the title while I fuck you,” he commanded. I looked. “History of… ah! Anatomy.” His thrust cut me off. “Louder. Describe it dirty.” “History of bodies,” I panted. “Fucked and used like mine.” He laughed and smacked the book against my ass harder. “Good slut. Keep crawling.” We moved around the aisle, his hips snapping as sweat dripped from him onto my back, mixing with mine. The floor felt sticky under my knees.