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Elena’s voice was a soft, breathy whisper. "I want you to throw me against the wall," she whispered. "I want you to rip that red thong off my body. I want to feel your hands everywhere. I want you to lick my pussy until I’m screaming your name so loud the neighbors hear. And then, I want you to fuck me until I can't stand up. I want to be your toy, Dante." Dante’s breath hitched. He felt like his heart was going to explode. The erotica of her words was too much. He couldn't sit in his office anymore. He was a man of action, and his wife had just issued a challenge.

And why was my heart racing when he had his eyes fixed on me. ********* Aunt May had a ladies hangout with some of her friends leaving me alone. My step uncle also met with a distant friend of his, but I wasn't bothered about being left home alone. I had the room to myself, dressed exactly how Uncle Wilton would have wanted me as I read another piece from my collection of erotic book. My legs were growing weak and I spread them wide while imagining my step uncle was touching me from behind. I should had reprimanded myself right there but I was too overwhelmed by the flow of erotic thoughts. My hand reached downwards skirting past my abdomen.

Elena gasped loudly, her eyes rolling back as her walls stretched around my thickness. “Oh my God! You are so thick, baby… Go slow. Let me feel every single inch stretching me open.” I sank deeper, inch by inch, watching her tight pink walls grip and flutter around my shaft. She was incredibly wet, she wS creamy and hot, making filthy squelching sounds as I buried myself inside her married cunt. Halfway in, her thighs were already trembling around my waist. “Fuck, Mrs. Harper… Your pussy is gripping me so tight,” I groaned, pausing to let her adjust. “So hot and creamy for me. This forbidden hole was made for my cock.”

I licked my lips and thought about being in her position very shortly, but then again I wanted to go slow and ease him into it and I was getting paid per lesson. I heard Max pop open a can in the kitchen and knew I only had a minute or two to figure out what I wanted to do. On the screen the woman was now teasing, sitting back and stroking his glistening cock, jerking him and asking him what he wanted. He moaned and pumped his hips, begging her for more, but she giggled and kept stroking him while waggling her tongue over the tip of his cock. Inspiration hit me and at the sound of footsteps in the kitchen, I closed the lap top and took it off the table along with his note book and went into

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.

Burning lust and desire overpowered every sense of morality I had. Fuck it! I stepped closer, leaning against the doorframe, letting the robe fall open a bit more, showing the inner curve of my breast and the shadow between my thighs. “You’re really good with your hands,” I said softly. He glanced up, then back to his work. “Just doing my job, ma’am.” I smiled, moved behind him, then ran my fingers lightly down his arm. “You don’t have to be so formal. I’m lonely here all day… maybe you could help with more than the faucet.”

you asked. Sabrina bit her lip, looking like you might as well have been fingering her and driving her towards her own orgasm. "Almost fifteen hundred last I checked," she moaned. "Fifteen hundred men and women, who know I'm an absolute slut for your cock, John." You came, your balls pulling up hard into you and your cock throbbing in her grip. You pulsed half a dozen times, your cum hitting her chest in thick splorts and leaving her looking like a splatter painting.

This is so wrong but my shallow, ragged breathing, the way my bottom lip is tucked between my teeth, the way I am slowly spreading my thighs and allowing him easier access to my throbbing warmth- every movement of mine pleads for him to help me sin and my actions do not reflect the voice of conscience, shouting for me to do the right thing and not spread my thighs for my mother's husband! I have read so many books, piles of steamy, lace dampening erotica detailing an entanglement so similar to this one I have found myself in. I am a diligent, devout reader and I have been filling up my mind with mostly narrations of illicit, torrid, stormy affairs and I have been pleasuring myself to the fa

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

“Too often, society expects women to suppress their desires, to only express them for a man’s benefit. But it’s completely normal—and natural, might I add—to explore and understand oneself.” I felt my cheeks warm again. “I suppose you’re right,” I mumbled, although now I just felt even more awkward thanks to that little lecture. “If reading erotica brings you pleasure or helps you relax, then who am I to judge?” He glanced at me briefly, a sincere expression on his face. “And honestly, it’s better than some alternatives, like pornography. At least it’s fictional and doesn’t harm real people. And it’s imaginative.” Despite myself, a small smile crept onto my lips. “That’s… very progressive of