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Noah wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her steady and began to thrust , slow, deep rolls of his hips that rocked her against the books. The shelves creaked softly with each movement. Lila bit her lip until it hurt, fighting the whimpers that wanted to spill out. Noah’s free hand slipped under her blouse again, squeezing her breast and rolling her nipple between his fingers. The dual sensation , his thick cock filling her from behind while he played with her tits , made her eyes water with the effort of staying quiet.

Yes, the books she read were all romance books but not the kind he was thinking about. “This is not the kind of book you would find sunshine and strawberries in, Adriano. And this book is in fact educational.” She responded with a smirk on her face. The book was packed with a lot of heated erotic scenes. Reading a lot of dark romance was the only education she had ever had about sex. It was funny, really. “So, what’s in it?” He asked challengingly. She was at one of those scenes she mentioned earlier and without a single word but with a smirk on her face, she handed him the book. “The page on the right, read it.”

Penelope straddled his raging cock, which was still glistening with the juices from deep inside her pussy. Without any hesitation, she sat up and reached back, grabbing his cock. She ran it between her ass cheeks and right over her asshole before pointing it right at her pussy and thrusting her hips down on top of it. “Ahhhh.” She moaned as his slid balls deep into her wet, drippy cunt. She leaned forward and placed her tits right in his face for him to suck on. Dustin reached around and grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks and exposing the wet, lecherous penetration between him and my wife. I crawled on the bed and positioned myself behind my wife and right between Dustin’s legs.

They stayed like that on the narrow iron bed, legs intertwined, hands inside each other’s clothes, mouths occasionally finding each other for deep, hungry kisses. Zara’s honey-blonde waves stuck to her damp neck as she stroked him. Declan’s strong hand worked between her thighs, teasing her dripping pussy while the late afternoon light continued to pour through the cracked windows. Neither of them wanted to stop. The risk, the guilt, and the intense attraction kept them trembling on the edge, breathing ragged, bodies aching for more.

"We have all night. I’m going to take my time with you." He moved his mouth down to her pussy. He spread her legs wide and buried his face in her heat. He was being very provocative, using his tongue to flick her clit while his fingers stayed deep inside her. He was licking her with a slow, heavy rhythm that made Elena’s toes curl. She was thrashing on the bed, her fingers digging into the silk sheets. The erotica of the moment was intense. It wasn't about the raw power now; it was about the deep, pulsing connection between a husband and his wife.

Their rhythm built gradually, sensually—hips rocking, bodies undulating together in perfect sync. Marcus kissed him through it all: passionate, open-mouthed kisses that stole breath and gave life. He whispered praises against Ethan’s skin—“So tight… so perfect… you feel incredible”—each word heightening the intimacy. Ethan’s hand slipped between them, stroking himself in time with Marcus’s thrusts, the dual pleasure pushing him toward the edge. The rain intensified outside, mirroring the storm building within. Marcus’s pace quickened, thrusts growing deeper, more urgent, yet still laced with aching tenderness. He angled his hips, hitting that spot again and again until Ethan cried out, body

He focuses on my neck, biting and sucking until I’m a squirming mess in his hands, my knees weak. I pull his face away for a second, breathing deeply as I turn him, pulling him onto the bed. I step forward as he lets his back fall onto the mattress. I take his hand, positioning it on my stomach and straddle him. His cock is inches from my throbbing pussy. My body is practically begging me for this. I sit up, positioning my centre directly above him. His hand rests on my waist, the other one rising to grip my boob. I lower myself after a second, feeling myself stretch around him, rocking my hips to get lower. The sensation of pleasure that engulfs me is mind-blowing.

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"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."