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Then, it just froze and asked Ernesta back, “Weird how?” “Don't you think it's kind of illogical?” After checking its system data, 001 came up with an answer, “Did you forget, master? This is a romance novel world, and romance novels don't need to make too much sense. All the stuff that happens is just meant to make the main characters fall in love.” Ernesta had never read a romance novel, so she didn't get it. But she had a completely different explanation than 001.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

The brunette giggles, her own hand sliding between her legs, fingers pumping fast as she watches the scene unfold. Another girl, tall with dark curls, straddles his face, her pussy hovering over his mouth. He eagerly laps at her, his tongue swirling, sucking, while his hips never falter, driving into the blonde with relentless force. The air is thick with the scent of sex—sweet sweat, musky arousal, a hint of coconut oil from the lotion they’d used earlier. Their voices overlap, a chorus of dirty talk and gasps: “Fill me up,” “Harder, deeper,” “I’m gonna cum all over your cock,” “Yes, fuck me like you mean it.”

⚠️Content Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of explicit sexual acts, including oral sex, anonymous encounters, public restroom settings, gloryhole scenes, multiple partners, and themes of sexual degradation, exhibitionism, and female submission. The content is intended for mature audiences aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is strongly advised. All characters depicted in sexual situations are consenting adults over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction and should not be interpreted as an endorsement of unsafe or non-consensual sexual behavior.

I say, completely bemused . “Yeah, but it’s not like that. This one’s for couples, not seedy old men.” If he wasn’t so devilishly handsome and sexy, I would run and not look back. Staring into the shop window I frown, and then, for some weird reason, I lead the way inside. My jaw snaps open. Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush.

On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers A sharp ping cut through the moment. I groaned in frustration, pulling my soaked fingers free and grabbing my phone. Zane’s name lit up the screen. I tapped the message and a photo filled it...his hard cock, flushed and veined, the pink head glistening with a fat bead of precum that trailed down the shaft. My pussy clenched hard at the sight. Below the image his text read: “He misses his hot, sexy girl" I typed back with one hand while the other slipped back into my panties, two fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy.

“You won’t say that if you see her.” “Gentlemen, your much awaited star for tonight is finally here. For the final show, let’s welcome this goddess, Eve!” A man in the background announced. The crowd shouted like a war dogs in the battlefield. Phoenix shifted his attention on the stage. His curiosity bloomed. “Eve! I’ll give you anything, just let me have a taste of that pussy!” “Can’t wait to see those tits bounce!” He winced at those bold words. He knew these people, respectable businessmen with beautiful wives, and here they are, shouting profanities like barbarians.

His eyes widened—taking in the scene: two naked women tangled on the conference table, thighs slick with cum and squirt, breasts heaving, hair wrecked, the air thick with the smell of pussy and sweat. Sofia lifted her head first. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. “Evan,” she purred. “You’re early.” Lena propped up on one elbow, legs still spread, cum glistening on her inner thighs. “Close the door.” Evan’s throat worked. He stepped inside—door clicking shut behind him—eyes never leaving their bodies. “You two…” His voice was rough. “This is…” “Hot?” Lena finished, spreading her legs wider so he could see the creamy mess between them. “Come here.”

We ate, Elsa and her husband had few discussions as we had our diner. I heard a knock on the room’s door, as I was seated alone in the guest room. I went to the door and my sister stood there. “Here” she said as she gave me a novel to read. I used to read novels a lot before leaving the city. But I got too occupied, I lost the zeal to read. I looked at the cover back, it wrote ‘Billy Sam’ that use to be my favorite author. I always read every book he published. I also wished to meet the author, but not anymore. I lost the spark to read.

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