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The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch. “Take it, whore. Take that dick in your shithole.” They started pounding her….. Ethan wrecking her ass, Jax skull-fucking her. Then they switched. Jax took her asshole while Ethan made her clean his cock straight from her ass, making her taste her own filth. She came hard, squirting messily onto the mat while both holes were used. But they weren’t satisfied yet. They flipped her onto her back and double-penetrated her properly. Jax lay down and yanked her on top, slamming into her cunt. Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole.

Her tongue worked deeper and I couldn't help squealing when it found my clit. Her tongue continued thrilling my clit and now her fingers returned, plunging deeply and rubbing hard against my vaginal walls. I was in ecstasy and wanted this to go on forever but all too soon I felt my climax building. I moaned loudly and thrust my hips forward. Erin gave several quick licks of my clit when I felt a hot gush erupt from my pussy as my orgasm hit. I cried out in pleasure as Erin lapped and swallowed my love fluid. As my orgasm passed my legs gave out and I slid to the floor. Erin came over to me: her blouse was covered in wet patches but she seemed not even to notice. We began kissing. I could tas

I quickened my pace, bouncing on him as his hands slid under the shirt, up to my waist, then my chest. "Fuck," he hissed. "You don't know what you're doing to me." "I think I do," I breathed, leaning down to kiss him. "And I'm just getting started." He kissed me back, rough and hungry, his hips bucking up to meet mine, matching every thrust with a deeper one. The bed creaked beneath us. The steam in the room was thick—desperate, dirty, dangerous. Fuck And all I could think about was how good it felt to break every rule I swore I wouldn't. To ride him like I belonged to him.

He slower down suddenly, teasing me, deep strokes, grinding against my walls, making me squirm. “Say it!”, he ordered, tightening his grip around my throat. “Please” “Please what?” “Please Mr Tom”. “What do you want?” I groaned, my body shaking desperately. “Please make me cum Mr Tom”. I think that made him snap, he started fucking me hard, ruthless, pounding into me so deeply, I knew I’ll feel him for days. I kept screaming and moaning, shaking, gasping for air, watching myself on the mirror as I beg for his dick and call him sweet things.

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A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

Stopping for a moment, I bite the corner of my mouth, pouting my lips as I scrutinize the rest of the words. Zeath intentionally handed me this book. I mean, we’re both adults. But did he know the content before giving it to me. And I didn’t check it either. It’s a fucking erotic book! “You read this?” I ask. I’m not surprised that he did, though. It just feels a bit odd since I’ve never seen him read a novel before. Talk more of erotic. He was more into newspapers—or I just didn’t look close enough to notice. “Yeah. It’s a kink series, actually.” Kink?? “Dark romance. I enjoy reading dark romance.”

His grip on my neck is tighter and my screams get louder until his hand clamp over my mouth. “We don’t want you waking anyone, and your screams only make me want to go deeper and harder, Kitten.” His words send me over the edge, another orgasm rippling through my body as my screams are muffled by his hand. My hands grasp his back, my nails digging in deep. His body winces from the pain as I pull my hands down, scratching his back. His hips seem to be moving faster and harder still. How is that even possible?