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A LOVE FOR SPANKING - 2 He wrapped his arms around her small frame and kissed her passionately. His kiss was soft and gentle. His tongue softly prodded, asking permission to enter her mouth. Erica opened, granting him entry. Dave's hands roamed her firm body. His fingers brushed against her hardening nipples. He lifted Erica up, and she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her over to the couch and laid her down softly. His mouth explored, leaving a trail of kisses down her body. She ran her hands through his shaggy brown hair as she arched her back. His mouth found her nipple, and he teasingly circled it with his tongue before clamping down, causing Erica to moan loudly.

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it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

She just desired so much more, that he should keep sending her to the abode of heaven. As Eric started to move so quickly against her, slamming and beating her until the sound of their colliding sexes began to reverberate throughout the entire room, she continued to solidify her position. An aura of the stench of cum pervaded the air around them, intensifying the lust that surrounded them.

he says. “I love you too. Good weather, bad weather, rain, sun, shine.” “You like to fuck more in inclement weather,” he says. I grin, lean over him to kiss him, grinding my hips until that first sunshine-yellow burst of pleasure sounds inside of me and I am coming, his fingers digging into my flesh. His teeth nip at my lower lip and make my orgasm that much brighter, that much sweeter. “True,” I say. “Maybe it’s the danger. Inclement weather turns me on. Almost as much as a clement man.”

His thumb flicked my nipple, and I moaned softly, arching into him. I reached down and palmed his cock over the joggers. It was huge and thicker than my wrist, longer than anything I’d taken. “This... this is what I need.” Ethan’s control snapped. He grabbed my waist and pulled me against him, kissing me hard. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of whiskey and man, while his hands roamed down to squeeze my ass. I whimpered into the kiss, grinding my wet pussy against his thigh. He broke the kiss, spinning me around and pushing me toward the bed.

“Rub that pretty pink pussy on me until you fall apart, baby. Ride me like the filthy little thing you are.” God. Something inside me snapped. My hips rolled faster, rougher, the fabric dragging across my clit so perfectly I could barely sit upright. My nails dug into his skin and Alaric let out a low groan. He barely felt pain, but he felt it underneath my touch. Something about that seemed so personal… so erotic. I could hear the distinct sound of a phone buzzing somewhere but it was drowned out by all the noise I was making. “You’re close already, aren’t you?”

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

He pressed me against the wall, kissed me deep, slow, hand sliding up my thigh through the slit. The elevator dinged. Penthouse floor. We stumbled into the suite, door slamming, gown already slipping off one shoulder. He backed me toward the bed, eyes burning. “Yearning enough?” he asked, voice rough. I pulled him down on top of me. “More than enough.”

I felt the familiar tingling between my legs that then turned into a sweet pain. He was slowly sliding his hand under my dress, giving my skin a gentle knead and touch. My skin seemed to burn everywhere his touch landed, but the burn sent so much torturing sensation that I wanted to feel more of him, naked and boundless like the sea. "You see how you make me feel, Addie?" I looked at him, still reeling from the sensation. He pushed me flat on my back and pushed his lower body in between my legs. I shuddered and let go of a shaky moan. I couldn't help it. The aching in my lower region intensified at the erotic action. He was strong. His desire was so stiff and was restrained in the confines o