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He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.

I moan as he slides his fingers into my dripping core. "Mmhm, I love to you moan my name!" He seductively whispers into my ear. My breath becomes more labored as his fingers increase in speed and barrels me towards my orgasm. "Oh..Xav...I-I can't ta-ke much...Ooohhh...more of...this!" I am barely able to think as my body spasms and controts as my orgasm hits me. I scream out as my vision sees spots floating as I come down from the best orgams I have had in a long time!

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

She smiled coyly and deliberately licked her lips. Micah gulped, his breathing growing heavier. She rose with an air of seduction. After that, Sandra approached Micah and sat on his lap with her arms encircling his neck. "Micah…" she called out gently. At that moment, it was as if Micah was under a spell as he involuntarily reached out to hold Sandra's slender waist. Her delicate index finger traced circles on his chest, stirring an urge within him. Sandra looked up at Micah with an alluring gaze.

“One taste will never be enough.” She brought him to a second explosive orgasm, then a third — riding him, grinding on him, using her perfect body like a weapon of pure seduction. Each release felt stronger, more intense, more addictive than the last. By the final climax, Marcus was groaning hoarsely, his body covered in sweat as he pumped what felt like gallons of cum into her greedy pussy. As the dream began to dissolve, Ayra leaned down and pressed one last lingering, soul-searing kiss to his lips.

She noted how “it only takes about 5 minutes of flirting or about 30 seconds of ‘accidental’ rubbing or touching for the little head to take over the big one.” God, hearing her stories made me ache. It’d been years since I’d felt anything more than a vibrator inside of me. Hearing her tell of sucking off would-be CEOs—or even the spoiled stepson of one—made me yearn for a real dick. A real fucking cock that could pulse and throb, read me, become one with me, and then release all of that pent-up passion deep in the parched throat or in my now moist, warm pussy.

she croaked, her body begging to differ. “I know.” His hand rested on her tummy, his thumb circling her navel. She bit her bottom lip, her heart rate picking up from whatever he was doing with his hand. His lips hovered on her jawline, his breath tickling her sweet spot under her ear. He knew her sweet spots very well, and he was using the seduction tactic on her again. She hated that it was working. “I should stay away from you,” she said, stifling a moan and pressing herself harder against him. His heartbeat matched hers.

His yellow eyes shone like bright lights as his panting grew heavier. I felt him grow impossibly bigger, further tearing my insides. He locked his right hand on my neck and pressed tight, almost cutting off my windpipe. But the funny thing was how aroused it made me. The werewolf's thrusts became hurried, slapping into my arse like it was an unbreakable hole. "Take my seed." His growl came before I felt his seed deep within me. --- We went at it all night. He took me in his bathroom, on the table, and even on the floor.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.