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I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me. Damien's hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of my blouse. I could feel my nipples hardening, aching for his touch. He trailed kisses up my stomach, his tongue circling my navel before moving higher. He pushed my blouse aside, exposing my bra. With a swift movement, he unclasped it, freeing my breasts. His mouth captured one nipple, sucking it while his hand played with the other. I whimpered, my body writhing under his touch, my pleasure building to a crescendo.

My voice was shaky. Renata's lips curved into a smile, her brown eyes shining with something I couldn't quite name. "No, the opposite. Your writing is... powerful. Brave. I love erotic books myself, and I'd like to talk more about it. Are you free this weekend? Come to my place Saturday at seven." My heart hammered. Was this a test? A trick? Or something else? "Sure," I managed, my voice catching. She gave me a slip of paper with her address. Her fingers brushed mine, sending a spark through my skin.

Her arousal is extraordinarily decadent and has me salivating with the need to consume her until both her and I are full. Not able to contain myself anymore, I bury my nose into her clit, as I take my first savoring lick of her divine fruit. Her legs tense around my head in reflex to the sensation of my tongue licking her labia. Feeling her soft and wet skin on my tongue is pure pleasure. She tastes like a perfectly ripe Palisade peach, plucked right from the branch. Her melodic moans flow elegantly into my ears, triggering new dopamine receptors in my brain. She is a drug, and I am hooked. [Gia’s POV]

“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.

Then kissed me. My face burned red, I haven’t kissed a girl before. She tastes good, I could also taste his cock from her saliva. I started rocking my waist while sitting on his face, his tongue flickering inside of me curling and licking my clit. “Oh Yeahhhh” I gasped. She stopped riding him and came down, I followed down too. He held my waist “What took you so long?” He asked while looking into my eyes. He laid my back on his bed, spread my legs wide open, Stacy climbed over me and sat on my face, I licked her, she moaned so well. I started sucking her clit while she was rocking on me, then I felt a heavy thrust.

Outside the office window the city moved on, unaware. Ronan fucked him in long, deep strokes that made the desk creak. One hand pinned Emery’s wrists above his head. The other stroked his cock in time. The breeding language never stopped. Low, steady descriptions of claiming him on the very desk where Ronan worked, of leaving him full and marked so the scent of it stayed on his skin. Emery came hard across his own stomach. Ronan kept thrusting through the clench, then buried himself and came with a low groan, hips pressed tight. He stayed inside while they both caught their breath, then pulled out and watched the slow leak of come onto the desk blotter. Emery cleaned it with a tissue, but Ro

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

The promise of the taboo, the agreement we had made, and the sheer audacity of the act reignited the fire in my gut. Even though I had just come, the psychological charge of the situation was too potent. As I stood up and looked down at my cock, I was amazed to see it already stirring, thickening back toward its full nine-inch glory. The anticipation was a powerful aphrodisiac. I quickly showered, the cold water doing nothing to dampen the heat between my legs. I dressed in something simple, my mind racing. I could still smell Lilian on my skin, a reminder of who I belonged to, which only made the prospect of invading Sarah’s space more erotic.

Ariel I held my breath as I turned away from the pole, making a slow walk toward the bed. I made sure to exaggerate the sway of my hips, my pulse thrumming in my ears as I felt his predatory gaze locked onto the emerald lace of my thong. I wanted to drive him to the edge. I didn't even make it halfway. One moment I was wiggling my way across the rug, and the next, his massive, calloused hand clamped around the back of my neck.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************