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His eyes widened—taking in the scene: two naked women tangled on the conference table, thighs slick with cum and squirt, breasts heaving, hair wrecked, the air thick with the smell of pussy and sweat. Sofia lifted her head first. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. “Evan,” she purred. “You’re early.” Lena propped up on one elbow, legs still spread, cum glistening on her inner thighs. “Close the door.” Evan’s throat worked. He stepped inside—door clicking shut behind him—eyes never leaving their bodies. “You two…” His voice was rough. “This is…” “Hot?” Lena finished, spreading her legs wider so he could see the creamy mess between them. “Come here.”

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

This gave me more comfortable access to her delicious pussy and let me go deeper with my tongue. Following a tip I'd read in an erotic story somewhere, I began with the alphabet technique, simply recreating the alphabet between her lips. According to the story, the unpredictability of the movements created a wild pleasure that built up steadily. It seemed to be working. By the time I was at Q she was moaning loudly, begging me, "Don't stop, Derek, don't stop!" Of course, I had no intention of stopping. I could have dined on this delicious delicacy all day and all night, wallowing in the amazing taste.

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

Jane whispered, her voice breathless, tinged with longing. Eric leaned closer, so that she could feel the warmth of his body behind her. “I want you to focus,” he murmured. “Focus on my voice, on my hands, on how I make you feel.” Her body responded immediately, arching slightly as if seeking him out. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the sensations, into the anticipation that pulsed through her,her pussy has started becoming wet yearning for Eric's big hammer to fuck her die . “You feel that, don’t you?” he asked, his hand now pressing slightly against the inside of her thigh.

My nipples hardened instantly under his touch, and I arched my back, a soft moan escaping my lips. Jake joined in, his hands gliding over my hips, spreading the oil across my flat stomach and down to the tops of my thighs. "Fuck, you're so smooth," he growled, his breath hot against my ear. "I could do this all night." Their hands worked in tandem, massaging every inch—my arms, my sides, the sensitive undersides of my breasts—until I glistened like a forbidden offering. The oil made my skin hypersensitive, every stroke sending sparks straight to my core. My pussy throbbed, already wet and aching for more.

He pulled her against his chest, one hand possessively cupping her cum-smeared pussy. “This is only the beginning,” he whispered against her hair. “I have six years of depravity to unleash on you, Elena. Every room in this house. Every filthy thing I wrote about. You’re never leaving again.” Elena shivered, already feeling fresh arousal stir at his words. The serpent necklace gleamed between them like a promise. Outside, the bruised twilight had deepened into full night. The old Victorian house no longer felt empty. It felt alive with dark, insatiable hunger.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

I needed to do even more. I tossed the gorgeous blonde off my cock, shoving her, roughly, onto all fours. I drew her hips up, positioned her pussy, and pressed inside. Just a heads up: FindNovel.net is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! "Oh ho ho ho!" Vanessa said, a mix of incredulous and excited. "Here we go!" Looking around Vanessa's perfect body, I could see Brian and Ariana both snuggling on the bed, watching the two of us intently. Now that I had my audience, I was ready to perform.

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.