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“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

There was something very freeing about being involved with a man for such narrow reasons, no actions held to account at a later date, no worries about what might or might not go wrong. ‘And what if I told you I was in love with you?’ she asked coquettishly. ‘You're not. And you won't be.’ ‘I’m in lust with you.’ ‘Yeah. Great, ain’t it?' He moved his foot. Miraculously his big toe found the opening to her vagina. It had been sealed by the water, dry and unyielding, but he pushed forward until the seal broke. Beyond, where the water had not penetrated, was a well of hot, sticky juices.

"So you're saying you don't want your boyfriend to eat your box? You don't want to feel a tongue swirling around your clit until you're screaming and soaking his face?" "No! Of course not!" she cried, pulling her shirt tighter around her chest, her nipples visible and hard as rocks through the fabric. "I see," Ryder murmured. He leaned down, his face inches from hers. "Maybe that's because you haven't had the right mouth down there, Ruth-Ann. Maybe you need a man who knows exactly how to make you leak." He tilted his head, his lips a hair's breadth from hers. Ruth-Ann leaned in, her eyes fluttering shut, her whole body humming with a desperate, forbidden need to taste him—

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back. "Say it louder," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching me wide, the wet sounds loud in the room as he fucked me with them fast. "Tell me you love my cum inside you." "I love it," I moaned, voice breaking, hips bucking up to meet his hand. "Fuck, Haiden, I love your cum leaking out of me, I love feeling you all day." It was embarrassing how true it was, how my body craved it, pussy soaking his fingers, clit throbbing every time he brushed it with his thumb.

"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.

“More. Please. Don’t stop. —” He was begging as he pushed back onto every drive, meeting each force with surrender. He was completely exposed, and the freedom of it was terrifying and exquisite. Jack’s rhythm faltered, his controlled thrusts giving way to a harder, more frantic pace. The hand on Emy’s throat tightened a fraction. “You feel so freaking good, I want to cum in you,” he growled. “I'll mark you. That is what you want, right? To be full of me?”

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

The betrayal would be complete. Julian leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot and dangerous. "Don't. Make. A. Sound," he breathed, the words barely a ghost of a whisper. Then, he moved again. A long, slow thrust that felt like it was reaching for my very soul. I arched my back, my fingers digging into his shoulders, my teeth sinking into the meat of his palm to keep from screaming. It was the most masochistic kind of torture. The pleasure was a tidal wave, crashing over me in the dark, while the person I was betraying was standing three feet away.