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I headed straight for his room and that was when I found the drawer. It was slightly open. I shouldn’t have looked, but curiosity won. Inside were neatly organized sex toys; thick vibrators, metal clamps, a leather whip, cuffs, and plugs of every size. My mouth went dry and I felt my core twitch nonstop. Just when I thought he couldn't tempt me anymore, my eyes landed on the photos. Dozens of them. Women in all sorts of positions; naked, tied up, legs spread, with toys buried in them. The expression on their face and the glistening fold told me they were having the time of their lives and my pussy clenched so hard I pressed my thighs together.

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our story gets interesting. After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work,” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now we’re both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this. I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqué stories of conquest. Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele and had taken to seducing them. She noted how “it

The casual touches, the long stares when he came home sweaty from work I thought I’d hidden them better. “What were you watching exactly?” he pressed. “Tell me.” I swallowed hard. “Gay p**n. Older guy… taking control. Big cock. Making the younger one submit.” Max’s eyes darkened. I glanced down involuntarily and saw the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans. He was hard. My own dick throbbed in response, pressing uncomfortably against my shorts. “Stand up,” he ordered. “Drop the shorts. Show me how you were touching yourself last night.”

Maxwell followed suit, spilling his seed all over my lips and face. I collapsed onto the bed, sweaty, messy, wrecked, and dripping with cum. All my muscles and nerves felt sore, my pussy throbbing, my legs couldn't stop trembling with aftershocks. I had no idea, sex felt this good, shouldn't have waited till now. Just when I thought it was over, the brothers switched positions. Ethan slammed his lips against mine, hands fiddling with my breast while whispering into my ear, “This is just the beginning.”

It wasn’t burning, rather each letters reappears on the paper. She found it enticing so she didn’t take it off until the letters has completely surfaced. “So, what do we have here?” To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL.

PAXTON'S POV My gaze landed at my long, huge, fat, dripping eight inches cock at the mirror. It was above average that I thought that it was rare. It truly was because no woman could handle me. My ex-girlfriends failed to take me, and that pissed me off. I don't know why I always thought a woman like Linxara would make my crazy fantasies come true. I want to break her. I want her to learn the restraints that I will put on her. I want to ruin her. I want to destroy her insides.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Matthew's cock stretches and fucks my pussy just as much as Justin's cock, making me gasp for air. While Ronald pulled out his phone to capture the sensual moment, videoing how Justin and Matthews cocks slammed into me repeatedly. Apparently, these three had a fetish of videoing themselves while having sex. Ronald fisted his cock while he videoed us, his lips parted as he moaned and groaned in excitement. "Fuck, Genevieve, you are so hot and sexy. I never want to stop." Justin pants, his cock pounding into me in a steady rhythm. I moaned in respond; fuck, I was incoherent. My breath hitches with every thrust he makes.

I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress. The faintest grin crossed Nathan’s face. “You need some kind of pleasure in your life. I can’t give it to you. Not like this. Remember all the fun we used to have? All the sexy shit we used to do.” A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Nathan in healthier times. Our love life had never been an issue. No matter how broken we were, or how petty the argument, our sex life was something that never suffered. Sometimes we would fight over the smallest of things just to end up fucking like rabbits. It was a miracle I didn't get pregnant.