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“Oh, Your Majesty… you’re so big… fuck—” I froze, cheeks burning. The erotic novels I secretly read had never prepared me for this. The raw, unrestrained sounds made something low in my belly tighten. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden slick heat between them. I didn’t dare knock. Instead, I stood there, heart hammering, imagining what was happening on the other side of that door. The moans peaked, then abruptly stopped. I stared at the vial in my hands and forced myself to knock twice.

“Not only Fin Hubert, I also really and really love you… Not only him, I love you very sincerely too… For you, I can sacrifice my all, even my virginity… For you, I’m willing to do anything… For you, even I’m willing to be your zero, Eriwan…” Victor Jaleco took out a tube of lubricant. Eriwan’s eyes got slightly bigger and wider. After smearing some lubricant on Eriwan’s manhood device, Victor Jaleco began to divert that device into the back part of his body. Victor Jaleco squeaked and squealed for a while. It was a bit painful until he managed to put the whole of Eriwan’s manhood device into the back part of his body. “Stop it please, Victor… You mustn’t do this… You may not do this to me…”

He didn't say anything instead he took one of my nipples in his mouth and cupped the other breast and I moaned then he went on to kiss the little baby bump on my stomach which was now slightly visible. "I can't wait for you to have our children" he smiled and gave my stomach one last kiss. He kissed my lips and held the back of my head as he deepened the kiss. We kissed passionately for a few seconds before he carried me on his arms and placed me in the bathtub. He joined me in the bathtub and made me sit on his torso and I held on to the side of the bathtub. Yeah, cowgirl position in the bathtub. He penetrated my wet vagina which was wet from my juices and the water. I moaned, we both moane

I just needed it badly Leo raised his heard to stare into my eyes as his fingers kept wandering about down there His eyes were full of lust and unexplainable desires He continued to stare at me, and so did I Least did I know what he was actually up to Before I could understand what was going on, a sharp pain was felt down there unexpectedly “Aah!…Leo? What are you doing?” I asked with trembling voice Not only my voice, but my entire body was shaking I couldn’t make out where that pain was coming from, but I sure felt something inside my p***y

I pleaded, shocking myself. “No,” Damien replied. Meanwhile, the man drove his fingers into her with a ruthless speed and I felt my own walls clench on thin air, needing to be filled by Damien’s fingers urgently. The rougher he got with her, the higher my lust climbed. My mind screamed for the man to just fuck her and I didn’t recognize my inner voice. Why was I loving it so much? I never knew I had a voyeur kink and it was better than any fantasy I could have ever had, obliterating all the others.

This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. (Big Butt Plug : A lesbian BDSM Story - Part 2) "This is where you start learning, baby." I murmur. I pressed the tip of the plug against her asshole, gently circling it. Tory whimpered, her breath fogging the glass. I could feel her body trembling beneath me. My free hand grazed her lower back, tracing down to the curve of her ass. She flinched when I pushed the plug in slowly, working it past the tight ring of muscle.

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know her very well. "It's not the scenes you need to highlight, but the story patterns they use," explains Ben, "Almost all local eroticism stories have bed scenes in common." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same story, revolving around crotch matters.

" She laughs, low, and leads me inside, her hips swaying just enough to catch my eye. I clench my fists, forcing myself to look at the city skyline twinkling outside the windows. We sit, the table a fragile barrier between us, plates of asparagus and roasted lamb steaming in the candlelight. The wine is robust, a deep red that stains her lips when she drinks. "So, AURORA PRESS," she says, leaning forward, her blouse dipping to show a hint of cleavage. "Erotica and literary fiction. Brave choice, Victor." Her tone is inquiring, but her eyes have a spark, a challenge. I nod, my throat tight. "I think I'm done with just Philosophy and lecture halls. I should start aiming to print erotic stories

This is something else entirely. He remembers the older staff telling stories—whispers in the breakroom, murmurs over coffee and cigarettes. Tales of guests who were out of control. Women, usually wealthy, bored, or lonely, who would proposition the staff without shame. He always thought those stories were exaggerated. Urban legends passed down between shifts to keep things interesting. But this—this is not a story. This is happening. Live. Raw. Unfiltered. And she’s not ashamed. Not even close. There’s no guilt on her face. No hesitation in her actions. Her eyes are sharp, focused only on him as if he’s the only man that exists in the universe right now.