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she begged, the risk of neighbors hearing or Pedro calling only adding to the addictive thrill, making everything dirtier and more forbidden. Finally, Atlas couldn’t hold back: with an animal roar, he came deep in her ass, hot, thick jets of cum filling her anus, leaking out the sides and dripping down her reddened ass, mixing with the juices from her pussy. Anya came one last time, her body trembling in spasms, the vibrator still buzzing until he turned it off and slowly removed it, leaving her empty but satisfied.

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

“Casey here is more than an analyst. She’s our… motivational asset. Would you like a demonstration of her dedication?” My eyes widened in horror and filthy excitement. Langford leaned forward, a dark, knowing smirk spreading across his face. “Show me.” Victor nodded once. The remote in Jax’s hand went nuclear. The dildo thrust upward on its own, electro-pads firing in waves, collar delivering tiny shocks that made my whole body jerk. Zane and Thaniel pinned my thighs open wider under the table while Rafe tugged the nipple chains in time with the pulses. I came violentl;silently, squirting around the dildo, tears streaming down my cheeks, body convulsing in the chair while I somehow kept pres

I could feel the heat rising within me, and the little spasms that tore through me. I looked at him, he smiled in victory, his eyebrows furrowed as he finally drove me to an orgasm. I shuddered as he pulled his fingers out and licked it all up in front of me, like the demon that he was. I thought that was the end, but I was so wrong, because he pressed his body on mine, letting me feel his boner. I couldn't help but look down at his pants, savoring the feeling of his erect cock on my skin, wanting it so bad inside me that nothing else mattered at the moment.

“Twitching like a desperate little worm in heat.” He still had me gripped firmly by the crotch, playing with my little five-incher like it was some cheap kids’ toy, pumping it full of blood with rough, teasing squeezes that sent warm electric jolts straight to my balls, inching me closer to my release. While sucking off Latino like I couldn’t get enough of his delicious cock, I jerked off Ginger and blond sloppily. My thumbs smeared their leaking slits, the slick Schlick-Schlick sound of the movements mixing with wet slurps from my overstretched mouth.

Colton was busy coiling the base of his pot with his clay when Cathy approached him. "You have to consider your clay as a part of you. Close your eyes and feel how pliant it is in your hands," Cathy covered Colton's hands with her own and aided him in fashioning the base of his pot. "Think about a woman you're making love to; you have to do foreplay properly to achieve a mind-blowing orgasm."

“Oh my God…” She presses on, her eyes holding mine, her voice raw. “So I suggest you just do as they say. Honestly, it’s not like it will kill you.” Her next words slice me open. “It’s just pleasure, Anita.” I recoil, my lips trembling. She continues, her tone strangely matter-of-fact, almost rehearsed. “I mean, you’ve already been with him once. And… he is very good in that aspect. He knows how to give women pleasure, the kind they can’t forget. That’s why they keep coming back. I’ve… I’ve lived with it for two years now. So, no, it won’t kill you. It won’t hurt you. And he’s very clean—trust me. No diseases, nothing to worry about. And he’s generous. Very generous. If you satisfy him, he’l

His smirk didn’t need encouragement. The rest of the class trickled in slowly and hesitantly. They always avoided the seats between us like sitting in our crossfire would burn. Professor Hale entered last with a weathered scroll tucked beneath one arm. “Today’s debate,” he said, “concerns the sexual invocation rites of the Carcerem Cults. Voss. Liliane. You lead.” Adrien spoke first. “The Carcerem Cult believed orgasm, especially delayed or denied, opened gateways to divine consciousness. They used pain and ritual edging and forced climax to awaken the gods chained beneath reality.”

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'