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The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

She merely chuckled in response, rich and knowing. "Then you've clearly misinterpreted the dear thing's wholesome intentions, I fear," Lilly sighed dramatically. "Because from my literary trainspotter's perch, connecting on such an exalted cerebral plane appears to be foreplay in full swing for your enigmatic young ghostwriter." Once more, the memory of Chris's intense stare and resonating timbre rising in fervent defense of feminine perspectives enshrined through erotic literature crashed over me unbidden. The memory sparked an unexpected frisson low in my abdomen - one that spoke of anything but sanitized literary discourse.

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

My hips lifted to meet it. I closed my eyes and let myself imagine it was him...his weight, his breath against my neck, the way he used to hold me open. The fantasy mixed with the real stretch and pressure until my breathing turned uneven. I fucked myself harder, the base of the toy grinding against my clit on every inward stroke. Pleasure coiled tighter. My toes curled against the sheets. A low moan slipped out before I could stop it. I didn’t slow down. I kept going, chasing the edge, the red light painting everything in the room the same heated color while the music hummed low in the background.

“You gave it to me. Your first time. Your first cock. Mine.” “Yours—” Doe cried out, another orgasm building fast. “It’s yours— I’m gonna cum again—” “Then cum. Cum all over Daddy’s cock while he ruins this tight virgin pussy.” She shattered with a scream, walls clamping down so hard Hero cursed loudly. He fucked her through it, chasing his own release, hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could and came hard inside her. Thick ropes of cum pumped into her, overflowing around his cock as he kept grinding through the aftershocks.

Your fingers trace forbidden roads, On my offered body, fragile and strange. Murmurs open like prayers, Trembling intoxication on the edge of the flesh. Shadow embraces shadow in fevered silence, Desire lights up with luminous bursts. In the deep night where our tears merge, Eroticism blooms, wild and soft. --- Chapter 1 — Confessions of a Desire Clémence

He was huge, throbbing under her touch. She unzipped him, freeing his cock that was so long, veined, the head already glistening with precum. She stroked him firmly, twisting her wrist at the tip. "This is what you've been thinking about in my lectures, isn't it? Your cock getting hard while I talk about desire in literature." "Every fucking day," he admitted, voice rough. He shoved her skirt up to her waist, finding her soaked panties. Two thick fingers pushed the lace aside and plunged into her slick pussy, curling against that perfect spot inside her.

“Give me those tits.” I rise and suck in a gasp of pleasure as he takes a nipple into his mouth again, his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks as he closes his eyes. An empty ache swirls between my legs, and I reach down to give myself some relief. Gabriel realizes what I’m doing and stops to watch. “Is that how you liked to be touched, Kayla?” I nod. He tries to take over, but I bat his hand away and shift my legs so they’re between his. “Later,” I promise. “Right now, I want your cock in my mouth.”

“It’s the same energy. Worship it. Tease it. Make her drip down your chin before you even put a finger inside.” She stood up gracefully, hooked her thumbs into her long skirt, and slid it down her thick thighs. Black lace panties followed, revealing her completely. Her pussy was smooth, puffy, and already glistening with arousal. My mouth watered. Elara sat on the edge of the velvet-covered table, spreading her legs wide. The crystal sphere sat beside her like a silent witness. “Come here,” she beckoned. “On your knees first.” I knelt between her thighs, staring at her wet folds. Her scent was intoxicating—sweet and musky.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier