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“You know what? Why don’t you bend me over the desk? I want to feel this cock even deeper.” Marcus nodded eagerly and pulled out. Elena slid off the desk, spun around, and shoved her fat, juicy ass toward him. Every little movement made her cheeks jiggle softly, the sight so hypnotic that Marcus gulped hard, his cock twitching visibly. She bent forward over the desk, laying her upper body flat against the wood. Her thick thighs spread wide, ass pushed back invitingly, pussy glistening and ready for him. When nothing happened, she glanced back over her shoulder and saw Marcus just standing there, eyes locked on her fat ass like he was hypnotized.

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

I lay there, my chest rising and falling, as the aftershocks subsided, the book still forgotten on my chest. I picked it up again, my fingers tracing the stylish words as I caught my breath. I couldn't believe what had just happened, but I couldn't deny the feeling of satisfaction that took over my entire body. I had never felt so turned on from reading a novel before, but then again, I'd never read a novel like this before. A small smile of enchantment touched my lips, my fingers still tracing the words as I settled back into the story. Maybe there was something to be said for erotic novels after all.

Meeting her slanted lust-fogged eyes, he leaned in to plant a wet suckling smooch on each of Lin's puffed out nipples before muttering: "Bounce on my cock, baby. I want to see these big tits jiggle all over the place while you ride my dick with your ass!" Turned on like crazy by the sheer desire for her that she perceived in Robb's voice, loving the blunt eroticism of his confident tone, Lin willingly obeyed. Arching her back and grabbing onto Robb's shoulder with on hand while she reached to her pussy with the other, she immediately started bouncing her plump booty up and down on his raging horsecock, working her ass on his huge dick like her life depended on it.

“Come here, you little beast.” He stepped back, clearing his desk with a sweep of his hand. Papers and pens scattered. “Spread that pretty little pussy open for me.” I climbed onto the desk, laying back like a good slut, legs wide, glistening, and soaked for him. He stared for a beat. Hungry. Unreadable. Then he bent down between my thighs. His tongue licked a slow, deliberate line from the base of my pussy up to my swollen clit, and then he sucked, hard.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”

Cedric reached me first, his fingers tangling in my hair as he tilted my head back. "Look at you", he said as his thumb brushed my swollen lips, parting them. I shivered as the cold night air hit my soaked pussy. Thorne's hands claimed my breasts immediately, his thumb flicked my tight bud which was still sore from Draven's teeth. "We will use every inch of this glorious body as we please. Understood?,' he murmured as he took my nipple between his fingers and rolled it, i nodded desperately unable to form words. Lucien chuckled behind me as his palms slid over my ass, kneading my cheeks before he slipped to my clitoris, rubbing it lazily. I bit down on a moan threatening to escape my lips.

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."