Carnal Temptations 소설 & 이야기

The cigar dangling between his lips fell out of his mouth and He blinked seeing her open black curled hairs on her shoulders, her lips painted cherry red, the natural glow on face with blushed cheeks. The cigar fell on his shoe, He cursed mentally and dabbed it with his shoe. The temptation to look at the beauty standing in front of him was too much to ignore for a wasted cigar. The horny beast in Viso cried desperately seeing the innocent seductress in front of him. She was dressed up to sleep with him! Is she deliberately trying to torture him, who dress up like this when not want to be fucked! Viso wanted to burst at her but He didn't know what happened to him every time He got in front o

Then my hands would lower down until I could feel his bulging thickness down there. My panties got damp. Fuck. I fanned myself. Where did these evil thoughts come from? Did I desire him this much? That I could no longer stop myself from desiring him? If I had known that this would be a hot night, I would have never answered this call. Calcifer was living proof of being sinful. Was he seducing me right now? Because he was getting successful at it. The night turned even hotter than usual. I was glad he was only in the camera. If not…he would know his presence affected me this much.

I can’t form a response that isn’t an uninteligible sound, but that doesn’t seem to bother Ace. He hums against me, the vibration rattling my bones and blurring my vision. It’s becoming increasingly harder to fight off the orgasm barreling toward me so I can continue to enjoy this moment. But when Ace does the holy trinity with a swipe of his tongue, a thrust of his fingers, and his free hand squeezes my ass, I’m done for.

CONTENT: Revenge sex, wet pussy, sex toys, multiple orgasm, gangbang, multiple dick. CHAPTER 1 Jillian felt a wave of nervousness as she approached the door of the nightclub. It was finally time to fulfill her biggest fantasy, and one that would make her now ex-boyfriend explode with jealousy.

“This cunt is dripping for me again. Greedy little thing.” “Yes—harder,” she gasped, grinding against his palm. Pleasure mixed with the sting of his grip in her hair. He added a fourth finger, stretching her wide, pumping fast until her juices ran down her thighs. Caspian dropped to his knees, spread her ass cheeks, and buried his face between them. His tongue licked from her clit to her tight hole, devouring her messily. He sucked her clit hard, then fucked her with his tongue while his thumb pressed against her asshole. Calliope bit her arm to muffle her cries as another orgasm ripped through her, legs shaking violently.

“It’s not just the sex. It’s the way I want it rough and dirty, like I need someone to take control because my life is spinning all over the place. Last weekend I let this guy bend me over his car in the parking lot behind the bar. Skirt up, no condom even. I came so hard I couldn’t walk straight after, but then I cried the whole drive home.” I paused, waiting for the shock, the lecture. Instead his voice stayed low and even, but there was something tighter in it now. “You’re carrying a lot of guilt, aren’t you? The body is a temple, Scarlet. But temptation is powerful. Have you tried to resist these urges?”

“You know what that costs.” “Yes,” Clara said softly. “That’s why Serena didn’t expect it.” That caught his attention. She turned back to the tablet, scrolling with purpose now. “She’s positioning me as temporary,” Clara continued. “As someone who exists because of proximity to you. So I’m going to remove the ambiguity.” Adrian stiffened. “By doing what?” Clara looked at him. “By speaking.” His chest tightened. “Publicly?” “Yes.” “With your name attached to mine?” he pressed.

He stared at the button for a second, then pressed it and completed the payment. The feed opened at once. Explicit photos and short videos filled the screen. In one set she posed on a bed with nothing on, hands cupping her breasts, legs parted just enough to show everything. Another series captured her from behind, bent forward, looking back over her shoulder. There were close-ups of her wet fingers trailing between her legs, and videos where she spoke to the camera while touching herself, her expression shifting from teasing to focused pleasure. Every image and clip was clear, well-lit, and unmistakably her. “Fuck…”

he continued, voice dropping lower, “we’re going to talk about what actually makes people tick. What makes them ache. What makes them moan.” Sienna’s throat went dry. “In a literary sense, sir?” He gave a short, dark laugh. “Everything is literature if you know how to read it. Even the filthy parts. Especially those.” He stood and walked around the desk. The air in the room seemed to shrink. When he stopped in front of her she could smell him — clean skin, something warmer underneath. “You’re failing,” he said quietly, “because you’re scared to look at the parts that make your body react. The parts that make your pussy get wet when you shouldn’t be thinking about it.”

His hands lingered over Julian’s smooth, sun-warmed chest, his palms caressing the firm muscles of Julian’s torso with slow, demanding warmth. Julian reached out, unbuttoning Adrian’s silk shirt and pushing it off his broad, muscular shoulders. He ran his hands over Adrian’s sculpted chest, tracing the heavy lines of muscle and the subtle battle scars from Adrian’s past, marveling at the solid, unyielding strength of the man who worshipped him. "Look at me, Julian," Adrian commanded softly, his voice thick with rising passion as he came down onto the mattress, leaning his heavy, heat-radiating body over Julian’s.