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The most erotic sight I'd ever seen. I held her close, rocking my hips slowly while she came down from her high. I could feel her pussy pulsing around me like a little heart ㅡ so fucking cute. I kissed her neck softly while I thrusted deeply into her again. "Such a good girl..." I whispered against her skin.

he said. We lay there in bed, my good cheek resting on his shoulder while we examined her list. Wartenberg wheels, erotic electrostimulation, plastic wrap, animal roleplay, breast torture, edgeplay, human furniture, Japanese bondage, predicament bondage, sexual roleplay, suspension, wax play, wooden horse, figging, Sybian, humiliation and exposure, sexual denial. Those were the things she indicated she wanted to try. The things she'd marked as a gray area which she was unsure about trying were enemas, analingus, fisting, anal sex, auctioning or selling and something called nyotaimori.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Sharon bit her lip and nodded. Beth slid down lower and the other girl parted her legs. Her thick pussy lips framed a wonderful triangle of thin hair that was perfectly groomed. There was moisture clinging to the lips. Inhaling her musky scent, Beth slid her tongue slowly down one side and back up the other, enjoying every piece of sexy pussy she could find. “Oh fuuuuck...” Sharon moaned. Beth sucked on one lip, teasing it with her tongue and then the other. “That’s so fucking amazing, Beth...” Her clit was throbbing and ready to be touched, and Beth grazed the underside gently with her tongue, sending Sharon almost bucking off the sheets they were soaking.

The first results were articles with bold headlines: "Damien Cross: The Painter of Desire" "Eroticism in Strokes and Shadows" "The Man Who Turns Skin into Stories" She clicked one. A grainy photograph of a tall man in a black shirt appeared, his face half-turned away from the camera. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that seemed to be staring at something far beyond the frame. He looked… untouchable. Like he belonged to another world. Then she saw his paintings. Her breath caught.

My fingers slipped inside, through soft curls, and found a scorching, drenched heat. "Keep going," I breathed, my middle finger sliding through her slick folds, circling her entrance. "Nicholas... Nick... don't... I mean..." But her protest was weak, her body arching into my touch. "Keep talking. Tell me how to make her come." "You can... talk to her... tell her she tastes good, that you love it... mash your tongue onto her clit... pulse it in time with your fingers... keep doing that... just like that... yes..."

I touch her skin, pale and pliant and softer than cash- mere. I kiss her skin, painting her cake-batter complexion vixen red. I don’t know why I left my lipstick on. Maybe so I could leave my lipstick on her. Taryn’s spine curves as my tongue loops hoops around her nipples. My palms shift to her sides, drift to her thighs. I lower my head. She raises her hips. My mouth cruises along her sex, the color of pink champagne and the flavor of pineapple and red velvet cake. I tunnel through her cunt, lust glazing my lips.

She asked me to talk to her, to make love to her with words. I leaned into the mic, voice husky: "I'd kiss you deep, then trail down to those huge, perfect tits. I'd twist those fat brown nipples, pull until you moaned, then suck one deep, tongue swirling, teeth grazing." As I spoke, she played with herself, tilting the laptop so I could watch her fingers disappear into her shaved pussy. The sight sent me over again—my hand frantic, another gush soaking my thighs as we came together, shaking, moaning each other's names. Afterward, still buzzing, she invited me to the bookstore early Monday, before opening, "just to talk... get to know each other." Lust-drunk, I agreed: 8 a.m.

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