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“I’m quite impressed.” Thorne smiled. "She learns fast." Aria stayed on her knees. Cock after cock filled her mouth. She tasted each one. Salty pre-cum coated her tongue. Her chin grew slick with spit and cum. Behind her, the men rotated in her pussy. Each thrust pushed her forward. Her breasts swayed in a chaotic rhythm. Nipples stayed hard from the constant use. One man reached under and pinched her nipples. The sharp tug made her moan louder. Her body was reacting to every touch.

Dave continued circling her clit, drawing out every last shudder and aftershock until her body went limp beneath him. Helping her to her feet, he kissed her deeply, his mouth firm and possessive against hers. His tongue explored every inch of her mouth like it was the first time, leaving her breathless. Erica kicked off the pants that had pooled around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her red lace thong from the waist down.

Kitten nodded again. Marta turned to Rob, "As you can see...," she began, as Red spread Kitten's labia. "She's as aroused as you are. There is an aerosolized herb in this and Kitten's suite. It increases arousal when breathed for prolonged periods. Kitten, show your mentor your pretty tail." Kitten turned and bent forward showing her butt plug with the attached tail. She wiggled her ass to demonstrate it.

Shame and filthy excitement twisted together in my gut as I dropped to all fours on the cold tile. My heavy breasts swayed, nipples hard, my red, spanked ass up in the air as I crawled slowly between his legs. The soapy water and my own juices smeared across the floor under my knees. David gripped my jaw roughly with one calloused hand, tilting my face up. His thumb pressed into my swollen lips. “Open that filthy mouth.” I parted my lips obediently, tongue out like a trained slut. He leaned forward, gathered a thick, heavy glob of spit in his mouth, and let it drip slowly, obscenely, right onto my waiting tongue.

ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTAR WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve and line. He leaned down, his breath hot on my inner thigh. I gasped softly, anticipating his touch. His fingers traced the lace of my thong, sending shivers down my spine. He hooked a finger under the fabric and slowly pulled it aside, exposing my most intimate place. My pussy. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I gasped, my back arching off the desk. He sucked and licked, his movements slow and deliberate, driving me wild with desire. I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me.

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.