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He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

compete against not knowing how beautiful you are." I giggled, keeping my head down. "I think if they knew I was a woman, they wouldn't want to compete against me anymore." "Is that why you hide that you're a woman?" I raised an eyebrow at Alex as he chuckled. "I suppose. I'm tired of guys trying to school me on games that I've helped develop." "Wow, that's quite a humble brag," he laughed and lay down. "Your breasts are beautiful. I want to see all of you," Alex breathed out, making my heart race. "You do?" I nervously asked. "Of course. At this point, I'd pay for you to get a cab to Liverpool," I laughed and tried to lay down myself. Once I got comfortable, I looked at the screen again. A

he murmured, fingers tightening as she sucked harder. Her hand stroked the base in time with each plunge, her throat taking him deeper until tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She gagged softly and pulled back, saliva slicking his shaft. The sounds were obscene, wet, messy, erotic. "Stop," he rasped suddenly, tugging gently. "I don't want to come in your mouth. Not yet." She gave one last teasing lick, letting his cock fall from her lips with a wet pop. He was flushed, glistening, twitching with need.

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The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my swollen clit. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I obeyed, releasing my bitten lip as I circled my clit faster. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me despite my best efforts. The wet sounds of my fingers filled the room, making everything feel even more degrading.

He bucked his hips into my hand. "You like that?" he growled. "Like feeling how hard you make my cock?" "Yes," I said, squeezing him tighter. "I want it now." He yanked my dress up to my waist fast. My black lace panties were dark and wet. His fingers hooked the edge and slid under. He found my swollen clit and rubbed slow circles. "So wet," he said, voice thick. "Your pussy is dripping for a stranger. Begging for my cock already." I whimpered and my head fell back against the door with a thud. "Don't stop... please."

The musky-sweet scent filled his senses. “Taste me,” she instructed, voice low and commanding. “Slowly. Explore every fold. Make me ache for you.” Ethan leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh first, then another closer to her center. His tongue finally dragged along her slick lips in one long, reverent stroke. She tasted intoxicating, warm, slightly tangy, growing wetter with each pass. He circled her swollen clit with the flat of his tongue, then sucked it gently between his lips, humming softly. Ophelia’s hips twitched, her hand tightening in his hair.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h