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It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

No matter the length, she had succeeded and that is all that matters. The only thing that comes close to the excitement of what Caleb did, was watching him fuck her aunt. Her arousal had shot through the roof watching the man thrusting away of the woman’s ass. Now Candace wants nothing more than to try it herself. She is an addict for her father’s cock and she doesn’t care. Candace wasn’t sure when she stepped into that bookstore that she’d find what she was looking for. Now she has exactly what she was looking for, if not more. And now that so much has happened, and all the effort she has put into this, she is going to get her father to fuck her ass.

In and out. I shivered my body tensing and tightening, already feeling the intense orgasm coming for we like a deep, dangerous wave. My hips buckled in rhythm with my fingers. My tight pussy clamped down on my fingers hungrily, squeezing, and spasming over and over. My eyes closed completely as i dared to imagine that my fingers were the hard penis of father Gabriel. "Oh god!! Oh god, oh yes, oh god yes!" Another bolt of electricity went straight through me, right to my overcharged core. My brain, my spine, my waist... I felt it everywhere all the way down to my swollen, clenching pussy.

WARNING: THIS BOOK IS NOT SUITABLE FOR UNDER 18. IT CONTAINS MATURE AND SEXUALLY AROUSING CONTENT BETWEEN FIVE MEN AND A WOMAN. The spicy scenes are long and extra spicy. This book ended in a cliffhanger. I might write Book 2 when it has over 100k views. Thanks for all your support… *** Prologue I hate everyone around me, every single one of them. Not just because they hurt me though they did but because they enjoyed it.

I gasped sharply as the thick dildo stretched my virgin asshole, the burning ring of muscle protesting hard around the fat shaft. “Fuck… it burns so much,” I whimpered, but I didn’t pull it out. Instead, I pushed back harder, forcing more of the veiny toy deeper into my ass. “That’s my dirty girl,” HotFantasy88 growled through the speaker. “Now bounce on it. I want to see that tight little asshole swallowing every inch. Don’t you dare stop.”

“Look what I have.” “Is this my book?” she giggled as she recognized the cover. “Where did you get this?” “Belkin was telling us how you’re an author. I got a copy. I am very excited to read it. No wonder you are so brave and heroic when you write such stories.” “You do know this is a spicy book.” “Spicy? Cookbook?” “No. Sexy. It’s got a lot of sex in it. The main character has two penises.” “Lucky man! Is the book explicit?” he made wide eyes. “Does he use both penises?”

I would be introducing another book here to this book, just a few chapters, if you're interested, read the book up. It's called; Dangerous Affairs with my body guard, also a BL book. The last chapter of this book; I know what you taste like will be at the end of this book. So if you're not interested in the new book I'm introducing you can skip to the last chapter. Thank you so much!

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

freshly engraved into my flesh, and then, the world explodes. The pain that tears through me no longer has anything in common with the methodical pricks of the needle; it’s a detonation, a fire that suddenly ignites every nerve in my hip to climb back up along my spine like a flow of lava, an agony so white, so total, so blinding that it shatters in an instant all the dikes I had erected, and I hear a scream tear through my vocal cords, an animalistic, primal sound that I didn’t know myself capable of producing, a howl that springs from the depths of my belly to shatter against the walls of this bedroom that has suddenly become a torture chamber, and I collapse forward, my forehead almost hi