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“Touch me. Put your fingers in my pussy. I’m wet. I’m so wet for you.” She guided his hand between her legs. His fingers were clumsy, hesitant. She spread her thighs wider, showing him. “Here. Just push inside.” His fingertip brushed her swollen lips, then dipped into her opening. A jolt of pleasure shot through Francine. She arched against his hand. “Yes. More. Use two. Fuck me with your fingers.” He obeyed, pushing two fingers deep into her slick channel. She rocked against them, her hips seeking their rhythm. Her own moans mixed with the sound of the rain. She sucked his cock again, harder, faster, her head bobbing vigorously.

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

I don’t think Carrie realized she heard, and with my head between them, she may not have seen the grin. Just knowing that it would make her squirm, I moved my hand up and cupped Carrie’s bust while looking over her shoulder to see what they were reading. It turned out to be some pen and ink drawings of women in erotic poses. Some were nature scenes, others were of two or three people in various states of undress and in the midst of various sex acts. The one on the right page was a woman licking up the base of an erect cock of some unseen man. The woman in the picture was looking up at her man with a gaze of pure lust.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

she whimpered, grinding down to take him fully, her clit rubbing against his base. Francis's free hand slapped her ass hard, the crack echoing, leaving a fresh handprint on the full globe. "Harder, slut! Fuck yourself on me like you mean it." The kinky edge sharpened as he introduced a finger to her rear entrance, circling the tight ring before pushing in knuckle-deep, the dual penetration making her cry out. "Feel that? Stretched in both holes, that's how I own you." Elina's body trembled, another orgasm building from the filthy fullness, her pussy fluttering around him. "Francis! It feels so good, I love how you take me," she confessed, voice breaking as tears of overstimulation pricked he

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

‎God, her body was stunning and well-endowed, she was so beautiful. ‎She slid out of her skirt easily and my hands found her clit, which is soft and inviting. She arched into my touch as I rubbed my fingers on her soaked pussy entrance. ‎Then she leaned in close, her lips softly brushing my ear, and whispered, "Fuck me hard like there's no tomorrow." ‎"Fuck! Hope you don't later regret saying this." I scooped her up and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. ‎ ‎I pressed her back against the wall and pulled her panties to the side, then sank my giant cock into her in one deep thrust.

“I am all for teaching you, outside, Claire. If that is your thing.” “W-What? N-No,” I flushed, aware that he had only been teasing, yet unable to help myself. What on earth was I doing? I had asked myself that question two days ago, when I signed up on the Erotic Tutor website. The thought of an absolute stranger helping me be less frigid– as my ex had so graciously put it– was terrifying. Exciting, yes, but still terrifying. What if he is a serial killer? I nibbled on my bottom lip, eyeing him. What had he meant by when the lesson was learnt?

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