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She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

His cock keeps pounding me violent, hitting spots inside that make my eyes roll back. "Bite me again," I beg him. He bites my neck harder this time, then licks the spot. His fingers rub my clit while he spreads my pussy more. "Come on my cock," he commands. "Do it now, slut." I feel the pleasure building fast. My moans get louder as he slams in and out. Sweat drips down my stomach and his. Our bodies slide against each other from all the sweat. "I'm close," I tell him. "Keep fucking me like that."

Our wetness mixed, making every movement slippery and sexy. She leaned forward, capturing one of my nipples in her mouth and sucking hard while her hips kept moving. Belle's fingers traced my jaw, then slid down to pinch my other nipple, twisting just enough to make me gasp into her mouth. Tasha picked up the pace, grinding against me faster, her clit rubbing mine with every roll of her hips. She reached down and spread my pussy lips wider with her fingers so our clits could grind directly together, the friction of our clits made the heat coil low in my belly.

He then pulled it out and began to lubricate Evan's entrance, “I didn't quite hear you say it again.” “Mmm… Daniel.” Evan moaned as Daniel’s fingers slipped in. “Oh, Daniel!” Once Daniel was done stretching him out he turned him over and slapped his dick on his ass a couple times before finally inserting it. He began slowly thrusting himself into him, noticing how quiet Evan had gone he increased his pace. The room was soon filled with the sound of skin against each other and erotic moans. Daniel pounded him for so long that he began to feel his knees buckle underneath him.

I used to shrug it off, but one day, I waltzed into the apartment he and Eric shared and I got a glimpse of him naked. He was standing there stark naked and my eyes zoned in on his huge cock. We laughed the moment off, but I have never been the same ever since. How could I? The sight of his thick veiny cock, droplets of water from the shower he just had running down his body. I get wet just thinking about that day, I would touch myself sometimes imagining it was my juices running down his body that day.

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

His hand strokes down my breasts. “There is you and me, we are fucking, and you stop. You drag me out of the room, into one of the rooms at Seductive Vibrations. Men and women are watching while you fuck me there. Slowly the single men join in. I watch as you get pleasure from me being fucked in every hole by other men.” I peek at him. His face is still perfect. Is he hiding how he feels?

I opened it without wasting time and walked to one of the shelves before rummaging through its stack of books. I knew I had found just what I was looking for when I pulled out an oxblood hardcover book from a collection, a smile crossing my face as I palmed out the dust from its plain design. The book had no title and that was not something to be surprised about because for as much as I knew, eroticists usually skipped putting a name to their works, they only had their pseudonyms written and that was it.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.