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Lucy held off for as long as she could, but with Linda kissing her and massaging her clit, and him fucking her from behind, it wasn't going to be very long. "I'm going to cum!" she finally cried out. Becky slipped under her and replaced Linda's fingers with her tongue. Lucy yelled and started shaking uncontrollably. Linda pulled him away from Lucy and wrapped his dick in her large black breasts. She slid her breasts up and down on his dick until he came. The first jet of his cum hit her in the face, but the rest covered her breasts. He still loved the contrast in the color of his cum and her dark skin. He fell onto the bed and caught his breath. He noticed that Becky was still lying under Lu

This time, he didn't slow down as her breathing quickened and her inner muscles began to flutter. He sealed his lips around her clit, sucking gently while his fingers continued their relentless pace. The combination of pressure, suction, and penetration was overwhelming. "Felix—" Wendy gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair. "I'm going to—" "Do it...Let go for me," he commanded against her sensitive flesh. Her release crashed through her with unexpected intensity, her back arching as pleasure radiated through her body. Waves of ecstasy pulsed outward from her core, making her entire body tremble.

“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."

The way her breath had caught when I touched her last week, the soft swell of her mound under my gloved fingers, the faint sheen of arousal I’d seen between her thighs when she thought I wasn’t looking. I leaned against the wall in the private room, unzipped my jeans, and pulled myself out. Thick and already leaking. The head flushed dark, a bead of precum sliding down the underside. I wrapped my fist around the base and stroked once—slow, deliberate—picturing her on my table again. Soft curves. Full tits straining against her bra. That delicate flush creeping up her neck when I’d said her skin took the lines beautifully. I remembered the others: Claire, married ten years, wedding band flash

she moaned and fluttered her eyes shut. Her husband smiled and kissed her on the neck as he moved in and out of her. Larissa dug her nails into his buttocks as she tried to pull him closer, wanting, no, needing every part of him he could give. Aleric filled her to the brim with his cock, felt her shiver underneath him and pulled out. Each stroke was met with her longing and eagerness, her wet womanhood gripping tight to him. He shivered himself when her sex tightened around his cock, as if unwilling to let him go. When he slid out, Larissa moaned and groaned in ecstasy.

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

Her pussy was a mess, red, used, and constantly leaking. Nicolas propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at her, eyes dark with satisfaction. "You're not walking right for a week," he said, voice low. Jade turned her head to look at him, still catching her breath, lips swollen, hair a wreck. A slow, filthy smile curved her mouth. "Good," she said. "Then you'll have to come over and fuck me in bed again tomorrow." Nicolas's smirk returned, darker this time. He reached down, dragged two fingers through the cum leaking from her, and pushed them back inside her pussy, making her moan.

I moaned as his finger found my swollen pulsating clitoris and I squeezed my legs firmly together. I stroked his veiny dick, his balls moving to the rhythm too. He played with my clit then slid a finger into the hot hole. He pushed it in and out then slipped a second one in. I moaned and arched my body upward, rocking my hips into his thrusting fingers. We moaned in sync. And he leaned down to kiss me. Our lips clamped each other's in an erotic sweet kiss that made my pussy contract. I can feel my orgasm come over me. The dam bursts and pleasure fills me and takes me to cloud nine.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

“Push my cum out, baby. Let me see that creamy mess.” Later, he carried her to the private outdoor hot tub overlooking the lake. Steam rose around them as he sat her on his lap, impaling her on his cock again. They fucked slowly at first under the stars, then harder, water splashing everywhere. Kane bit her neck, leaving fresh hickeys. “Everyone at university wishes they could have you… but you’re my secret whore.” Lila rode him desperately, tits bouncing in his face. He sucked hard on her nipples while thrusting up. She came again, soaking his cock. Kane followed, filling her once more.