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I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

Her cheeks burned red and she gripped the edge of the table. When her orgasm hit, it was powerful. Her pussy spasmed hard around my fingers, flooding them with warm wetness. She bit her lip so hard I thought she might draw blood, eyes squeezing shut as waves rolled through her. I kept fingering her through it, drawing out every tremor while pretending to reach for more wine. The risk, the secrecy, the way her body betrayed her for me; it all fed something dark and addictive inside my chest.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

Before I could open my eyes to see what he would do next, his hand was around my throat. Just as he began to choke me, I could feel him plunge deep inside of me, filling me. There was no gentleness in it, but he started to fuck me with a light pressure to my throat. I could feel my head spinning. Somehow, it added to the eroticism of the situation, allowing for me to get lost in pure, physical sensation. ☆☆☆☆☆ Damon Pov::

she screamed at the intense burn, bordering on pain, but the pleasure was even sharper. He twisted his wrist, scissoring his fingers inside her, opening her up roughly. “You’re dripping down my fucking wrist, you dirty little slut,” he hissed, watching her juices coat his hand and trickle onto the leather seat. Emma’s chest heaved, her eyes lewd, her mind spiraling. She wasn't sure she had been fingered this way before and she was feeling very good. However, she tried to remind herself that she was taking this to escape going to jail as much as her brain could.

Jade started riding—slow rolls at first, then harder—her pierced nipples bouncing as she bounced on his dick. Lila slid off the desk—crawled over to Jade—kissed her deep while Jade rode Ethan. Their tongues tangled; Lila’s hand slid between Jade’s legs, rubbing fast circles on her clit while Ethan thrust up into her. Ava’s moans turned muffled around Riley’s cock. Marcus slapped her ass—hard—leaving red handprints. “Come on my dick,” he growled. “Let everyone hear how much you love being used.”

I whispered as planted a series of soft kisses down my neck to between my shoulders, then worked his way back and forth. Taking his hands, I brought them around to my breasts, "Hands and lips, honey, keep everything moving, and use everything you have." I ground back into his cock, "Even this, rub against me, and let that girl feel how bad you want her." Cupping my tits and stroking my nipples, Max worked his hips, sliding his cock along my back and I could feel his pre cum dripping down my skin. My hips moved back into him and my clit was throbbing to the point I was ready to whimper the way he had.

The air in my living room was thick with the scent of Mary's arousal and the faint musk of our bodies pressed close on the couch. The snowstorm outside howled, rattling the windows of my little apartment in upstate New York, but it only made the heat between us burn hotter. I had been carrying this secret for too long...my hunger for women, for her....and now, with Mary trembling beneath my touch, I was done holding back. My lips were still locked on her breast, tongue swirling over her hardened nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth as her soft whimpers filled the room. My fingers, buried in her slick pussy, pumped steadily, curling to hit that sweet spot that made her hips jerk against my h

These feelings I pushed down. I reached for the Lussuria Clausa in my bag. A book of spells to suppress erotic dreams, seal the gates of pleasure and protect the body from unwanted spiritual intrusion through sexual channels. Just as I opened the first page…. “Liliane Ravanel with the Lussuria Clausa? Wonders shall never cease,” I heard. I turned to find Adrien watching me over my shoulder. “Are you crazy? Can’t you see I need privacy?” I asked, anger coursing through me. I fucking hate Adrien.

He was quick to notice of course, and he returned again, this time holding my waist while his bulge pressed into my derriere. I let out a soft gasp, "I have some books to pick up by the bookstore before it closes." I tried to conceal my surprise. His eyes lit up, "don't you torture yourself reading those erotics?" He looked into my face. He knew what I was reading? My eyes flicked towards him. "You think I don't know?" His tongue flickered to his lips. "You went into my room?" I was stunned. "The covers drew me in, and I couldn't help but glance through some pages. But I must say, the side effects of reading such books can be disastrous."