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He picked up a set of weighted clips and a violet-colored internal probe that looked like it belonged in an alien laboratory. "The dark stuff," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "The kind of things that make you forget your own name, let alone your fiancé's." As he spoke, his hand never left my body. He was touchy, his thumb tracing the line of my hip, his chest brushing against my back as he reached for a box. I was a mess, my pussy already weeping into my lace thong, the heavy ache in my core becoming more unbearable with every brush of his skin against mine.

Her skin glowed in the orange light. “Bataille,” he began, walking toward her slowly, “posits that the ultimate erotic act is one that mirrors death, a little death. A dissolution of the self through excess, through the violent breaking of boundaries.” He stopped inches from her. “Pain is one such boundary. The body’s warning system. To embrace it, to transform it into pleasure, is a profound transgression.” He reached out and took her hand, leading her not to the rug, but to his desk. He guided her to stand beside it.

They scrubbed me, washed me until I was cleaned. And just like Elion, they devoured me….throughout the night. I didn't stop screaming. The pillows were dented with my bite marks. I didn't stop coming. I provoked the beast in them and they resounded with a kinky rule – Ten letters. Ten orgasms. They made me climax for every letter of my name. Amber Whyte. Each orgasm was more intense than the last. It made my legs go numb. Fuck. I got what I wanted until I was more than satisfied.

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Marcus stared in wonder as Jeremy stuck out his tongue and ran a full, lresssing swirl around his tip, tasting his precum and swallowing. Her jerked as the pressure sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, his ass muscles tightening. He reached down and flattened his palms behind Jeremy’s head, urging his head back down. “Go on,” he whispered, his eyes dark and heavy, “I love the way your mouth feels around my cock.” These dirty words aroused Jeremy even more, and he drove the cock into his mouth, until it hit the back of his throat. An even louder groan skipped out of Marcus’s mouth, his eyes rolling backwards. “Fuck, baby. That hit the spot.”

I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

Sweat dripped from the woman; hot beads, the product of her efforts, fell on his torso. He could smell the sweet scent of her. A delicious fragrance that meshed well with her perfume. It was part of what Terrence liked about her. It made his dick hard and his mouth water. She rode him hard, tits bouncing in time with the motion. He could hear her flesh slapping into his. In a fog of passion he grabbed her roughly, flipping their position so she was underneath. With lustful eyes he lapped up the sight of her flesh as it glistened, an erotic vision under the red glow of the tinted lamp.

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

Tina whimpered in my head and I sighed before nodding my head head to her pleading cry. “One peek.” I whispered. I moved off the door, then grabbed the door handle. With one quick twist the door opened and froze where I was. Eric stood there, drenched from head to toe with only a towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes traveled from his eyes down to his torso that had no flab on it. His six-pack was covered in drops of water and my tongue was itching to lick it off. I moved a little further down to the V-line that was visible to my eyes. I knew it led to something that my body was not ready for. He moved closer and my wolf growled again. She wanted him and to be honest, I did too.