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"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.

She kept stroking me through it until the aftershocks faded and I had to gently push her hand away, oversensitive. I rolled toward her and pushed her onto her back. Her legs fell open easily. I kissed down her throat, across her breasts, lingering to suck each nipple until she squirmed. Lower still, over the soft plane of her stomach. The scent of her arousal reached me before I even parted her folds with my fingers. She was slick and swollen. I settled between her thighs and licked a long stripe from her entrance up to her clit. The taste was sharp and clean. Her hips jerked and she made a low sound that went straight through me.

I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting his shirt. He backed me against the elevator wall, one thick thigh pushing between my legs. The pressure on my clit made me gasp. I rocked against him shamelessly, grinding my soaked pussy on his leg while his cock pulsed against my hip. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he growled against my mouth. His hand slid under my skirt, fingers finding my drenched panties. He rubbed my clit through the fabric in slow, firm circles. “All this time you’ve been walking around the office like this?”

I flipped to the page, voice unsteady. “I vow… to let you use my body whenever you want… even if it means I’m still dripping with your cum when I meet your fiancée.” The words had felt filthy when I wrote them. Hearing them aloud while Lucas’s tongue worked me was devastating. He rewarded me by sliding two thick fingers inside me, curling them against that spot that made my vision spark. His mouth never stopped licking, sucking, devouring me like I was the only thing he wanted in the world.

My walls stretched around him, the burn mixing with pleasure as he bottomed out, hitting my cervix. “Ohhhh…Fuck!” I screamed, the word bouncing off the walls. My hands gripped the table edge, knuckles white. Jeff's hips snapped forward, pounding me relentlessly, his balls slapping my clit with each drive. The table creaked under us, rocking slightly. Sweat beaded on my skin, the risk making it hotter doors unlocked, voices faint in the hall outside. Marcus jerked faster now, his fist pumping his cock openly, grunts low in his throat.

The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. His voice took on a darker, primal edge. “I’m going to breed this tight little cunt. Pump you full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you. You want that? You want me to knock you up while your best friend has no idea?” His absolutely filthy words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking in the cuffs as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

Eric :this is the 3rd to the last pose of the day ,so let’s stay here for a little while,stretching our legs,back and arms. I heard a rip and the cold air,brushed past my bare pussy, he pulled his dick, my pussy was already soaking wet, and I didn’t care how wrong this was.. I just needed something inside me. Eric: I need every one to him their favourite song, something that connects you to you favourite time in life.

A dance that aroused all senses, a dance that made me shiver and let out incessant moans. "You're doing well," he groaned, taking me by force till I was sure I would go crazy. I could smell the aroma of my sex. The cream was slipping down my inner thigh as he pressed more fervert kisses to my lip. His hands skimmed back to my breasts, capturing both in a fierce embrace. His hands squeezed and fondled them roughly, until my lips left his mouth to catch my breath. Yet, he grabbed my face back to his and claimed my lips yet again.

Each stroke longer than the last but taking care not to go too far and pop out. It was heaven! Utterly erotic, utterly naughty and, at the same time, the most intimate of acts and with the lady that I loved. I got into a rhythm, coming out four or five inches and sliding back in until my pelvis slapped into her buttocks. I didn't need to go very fast; the sensations were already exquisite and I wanted this to last a bit longer.

Read at your own risk, and may your journey through the shadows lead you to the light of your deepest desires. ***** In the shadowed corners of our deepest desires lies a world few dare to explore, a realm where the lines between pleasure and pain, love and obsession, power and submission blur into a mesmerizing dance. Welcome to The Art of Seduction, a series crafted to lead you through the labyrinth of human passion, where every turn reveals another facet of our darkest fantasies and most forbidden dreams.