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Cerena fell for his charm even as she was trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could she ignore the temptation that came along with it. THIS STORY IS RATED 18+ CONTAINS PART OF BDSM, NOTHING TOO EXTREME THOUGH, JUST MILD. SO IF YOU ARE NOT THE TYPE TO ENJOY STORIES LIKE THIS ONE, I'M SORRY THIS IS NOT FOR YOU. ***** DISCLAIMER: This book is a work of fiction. Names, Character, Places and Incidents are either a product of my imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. And any resemblance to actual persons, [living or dead], business establishments, events or local are purely coincidental and unintentional.

“Fuuuuck! I’m cumming so much!” The intensity pushed me over the edge once more. I buried myself deep and unloaded a second load inside her, groaning against her neck. We collapsed against each other, sweaty and spent. Temi’s massive ass was still quivering, her ample breasts rising and falling rapidly. Cum leaked steadily from her pussy onto the desk. She looked up at me with a mischievous smile, her pretty forehead glowing. “Next time you come to say hi… bring condoms. Or don’t. I’m not complaining.”

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I slumped against my desk, clutching the purple dildo to my chest like a lifeline. "Holy shit," I breathed, staring at his closed door. "If today goes according to plan, then Ireland is going to be a disaster."

Counter tease, bed tangle hours of desperate fucks, tension's fire consuming. By dawn, spent and cum-wrapped, he whispered against my neck, "Anytime now, Lila. Crush unlocked."

“Natalie’s my girlfriend and you’re not going to ever mention our encounter to her.” I yanked my arms away. ”And if I do? She’d be pleased to hear that you denied her" His face laced with worry, as he moved his head in restlessness. I continued “or no! Maybe I should tell her how you graced my bed and promised to never let me go.” "Does she even know what you do?" A massage therapist? Encountering different women? “I’m also a web designer” he snapped. His defense, trying to get in the way.

Chapter 1 My fingers hovered over the send button longer than they should have. The thesis chapter looked perfect; tight analysis on Victorian repression and hidden longing but exhaustion had made me careless. I’d attached the wrong document from my desktop, the one I swore no one would ever see. My private journal. The raw late-night fantasies I poured out after Professor Brandy’s lectures, when his voice still echoed in my head like smoke. I hit send anyway. It was midnight and it was too late to fix it.

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I dropped the panties back where they were and began to check the drawer. In it, she had some lotion, fingernails, and a book. In the bottom drawer, that is where the fun begins. She had 3 dildos of various sizes, lube, a vibrator, and a p**n magazine, which caught my attention. I grabbed and opened the magazine and started to flip through it. There was a naked posting for each session, and there was a picture of a girl licking the pussy of another girl.

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