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The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

*His other hand slid around to rub tight circles on your clit, matching the brutal rhythm of his thrusts. *I screamed in ecstasy as he filled me completely, my inner walls stretching deliciously around his thick girth. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my body, stoking the coil of tension in my core ever higher.* Yes, yes, YES! Harder, Damien! Fuck me harder! *My hands scrabbled for purchase on the smooth surface of the table, knuckles turning white as I braced against his relentless onslaught. The obscene slap of skin on skin and our mingled cries of pleasure echoed through the room, a filthy symphony of lust and need.*

I picked a thriller, but as it started, Ryan stretched out, his arm draping behind me. His thigh brushed mine, and sparks shot through me. I could smell his clean soap scent, mixed with something masculine that made my mouth water. Halfway through, the plot twisted into something steamier. The main characters, a couple on the run, ended up in a motel room. The screen filled with them kissing, hands roaming. The woman pushed the man against the wall, her fingers tugging at his shirt. He growled and flipped her around, yanking her skirt up. My breath hitched as he exposed her ass, spanking it lightly before sliding his hand between her legs.

His eyes went straight to my pussy, and the look he gave me made my more juices flowed from my hole. "You re dripping for me." He whispered. I moaned from just his voice. Then he leaned down and rested his warm mouth right on my pussy. "Gosh!" He didn't rush. He pulled back and shaped his lips into a perfect 'O', then placed it right over my clit made my eyes roll back on their own. "Fuuuck Grey, that feels insane." "You taste so sweet," he whispered between licks. His tongue slid up and down, slow at first, then faster. His lips sucked hard around my clit, making me shake again. Then he slid two fingers deep inside.

“Mmm, yes… just like that. Lick my clit, Avery. Show me how hungry you are.” Axel’s fingers never stopped their cruel rhythm – thrusting deep, curling, then slowing to almost nothing, his thumb teasing my clit with light flicks that kept me right on the edge. Every time my thighs began to tremble and my moans vibrated against Zara’s pussy, he pulled back just enough to let the orgasm slip away, leaving me whimpering and desperate beneath her.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.

Rick slammed into me again, harder. Over and over, his hips snapped forward, the sound of his body hitting mine echoing in the room. His hands bruised my waist, pulling me back to meet every thrust. He bent over me, his chest against my back. I winced as his teeth bit into my shoulder. His growl rumbled into my ear. “You’re never giving this to anyone else. Say it.” “I’ll never give it to anyone else,” I moaned, crying out with each thrust. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers finding my swollen clit. He pressed, rubbed, and my legs buckled.

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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.