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The risk of getting caught, the hatred burning in my chest, and the devastating pleasure between my legs mixed into something twisted and addictive. My hips bucked against his face shamelessly. I bit down harder on my shirt to muffle the desperate, whimpering moans spilling out of me. Roman growled, doubling his efforts. He added a third finger, stretching me wide, his tongue lashing my clit in fast, relentless strokes. “Cum for me, Chloe. Cum on the tongue of this guy you hate so much.” I shattered. The orgasm crashed over me violently. My pussy clenched hard around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth as I came with a muffled scream into my shirt.

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

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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

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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."

“Next lesson—compliments that make her pussy throb. Tell me what you want to do to my breasts. Be specific. Be filthy. Shy boys stay virgin. Bold boys get to hear a woman moan their name.” I stared at her cleavage, pulse racing. My thumbs unconsciously stroked her hips in small circles. “I… I want to… touch them,” I whispered. “Kiss them. Suck on your nipples until they’re hard… and maybe… maybe squeeze them while I…” I couldn’t finish. The embarrassment was too much. But Elara just smiled wider, running her fingers through my hair soothingly. “Keep going,” she encouraged, her voice like velvet. “Tell me everything. We have all night, and I’m going to turn you into a man who knows exactly ho

This was a woman who was a master cocksucker and she loved it and the power it gave her over men. Eva released my rigid cock from her wet mouth with a gentle “pop” and slid her tiny frame back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and folding her knees, and looking at me pleadingly asked, “Will you lick my clit please?” I dove right in, dropping to my knees and plunging my face into her soaking wet muff, wondering why she seemed to be begging for this most basic of sex acts, something I know men would pay good money to do to such a glorious love hole. I plunged my tongue into her pussy and then licked all around it, plunging two fingers in as I gently sucked her clit. Eva came with a sharp yel

she whimpered, leaning forward to capture my lips in a deep, tongue-twisting French kiss. As our tongues entwined, Lillian guided my nine-inch cock to the entrance of her soaking wet pussy. She lowered herself slowly, her eyes locked onto mine, savoring the moment my head breached her tight walls. I groaned loudly as I felt her heat envelop me, the tightness of her grip reminding me why she was the only woman who could truly handle me. "Put it all in, Edwin," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Fill me up before we give some of it to her."