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Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

I stayed angry. That night, I touched myself again. I squeezed my breasts hard and fingered my wet pussy while crying. I was so frustrated and horny. The next day, I went to see him again. But he was so busy with city affairs and important meetings that he didn’t have time for me. I went back to my room and cried again. I played with my breasts and fingered myself angrily, imagining it was his big cock, but it only made me feel worse. Then, in the middle of the night, the door to my room opened quietly. I sat up in my bed, shocked. Eric walked in completely naked, his strong body glowing in the moonlight and his cock was already half-hard.

Two fingers thrust deep into the soaked pussy. "Please, Isolde," Seraphina begged. "I need to cum." Isolde fingered her fast. Her thumb rubbed the swollen clit. The wet sounds filled the car. Seraphina shook with another orgasm. Her juices coated Isolde's hand. She cried out, body arching in the seat. "I love how needy you’ve become for me," Isolde said. She kissed her deeply and kept fingering her through the aftershocks.

I whispered, biting my lip hard In my head they were all there. The huge werewolf with his thick fur and that fat, swelling knot at the base of his cock, the pale vampire with ice-cold skin and fangs that would prick my neck while he fucked me. The massive green orc built like a tank, cock like a fucking club, the incubus with ridges all over his dick and precum that makes you lose your mind, and lastly(but not the least) the tall, sleek alien with those slick, writhing cock shaped tentacles. I added another finger, stretching myself, imagining all of them using me all at once. My hips bucked off the bed. I was so fucking wet the sheets were ruined.

I was already soaked, my pussy lips were swollen and slick. He watched every move I made. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, it was thick and hard. The head was already wet with precum, he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly. “Tell me what you wrote,” he said. I kept rubbing my clit in small circles. My breath came faster. “I wrote about a man coming in after closing. He bends me over the desk, he pulls my skirt up and fucks me hard.” He stroked faster. “Keep going.”

His hand settled lightly on my shoulders, then trailed down my arm in a slow caress. When his fingers reached my knee, they slipped beneath the hem of my dress, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his fingertips grazed the damp fabric covering my pussy. “You’re drenched,” he observed, voice rough with satisfaction. He pressed two fingers against my clit through the lace, circling with firm deliberate strokes that made my hips jerk forward involuntarily. “All this from reading your own fantasies? Or is it because I’m finally touching what you wrote about so many nights?”

I breathed "It's time to be shown in public, right?" It was time. And the way to do it was by uploading them to a few websites online. Easy and completely inexpensive for me. I had a lot of doubts at the beginning because romances are in high demand on those sites, and I have never written one in my life. Epic battles, I did. Dragons and magic, I did. Horror and zombies, I did. But romance and erotica, never. After thorough research on the genre, I wrote an erotic novel myself, with the not-so-much unique name, The rush.

Hello Everyone, I'm sorry to say that my computer broke, for the next days I'm not sure if I will continue the story, I'm going to public other one I have in drafts. It's another crazy online order. - I grumble, and Scarlett denies. -Oooh. What dirty book has Mr. Lindman ordered this time? - Snorts. The retired fireman has very eclectic taste in books. The first time we received a request for unusual erotic fiction, I had

Way too f**king long. Eric pushed his curtain back, revealing his long cock. She watched him stroke himself for several minutes, his fingers wrapped around his flesh, drawing up and down its length with gentle, fast strokes. She strained her ears to hear the sounds of flesh on flesh and the excited hitch in his breath. She had the sudden urge to want to come with him. She opened her legs again and stroked her clit with the same rhythm he used. She decided watching the look on his face was almost as sexy as watching his hand slide over his cock, almost as sexy as thinking about it between her lips. She sucked on the fingers of her free hand, wanting him in her mouth, wondering what his cum wo

My walls pulsed and squeezed him tight as waves of pleasure crashed through me. “Look at that,” Matthew laughed darkly, still thrusting through my orgasm. “You love it, don’t you? Cheating on your husband with this big black cock and cumming like a slut.” He pinched my nipples hard, twisting them between his fingers while he kept pounding me. The sharp pain sent fresh sparks straight to my clit. He leaned down and spit right on my pussy, making everything even wetter and messier. Then his rough thumb found my swollen clit and started rubbing it in fast, dirty circles.