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Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

Despite her words, her hips were moving desperately against my hand. "And I'm supposed to learn literature, not bury my face between your big tits and finger-fuck you until you scream but look where we are." I pulled out my fingers abruptly, making her whimper at the sudden emptiness before slamming them back in at an animalistic pace. Her back arched off the desk as she came hard around my fingers, her juices coating my hand completely. I continued to finger her, allowing her to come down from bed high before I pulled out immediately, bringing my fingers to her mouth before she could protest. "Suck," I commanded, pressing my wet fingers against her lips.

The fabric was rough against her sensitive skin, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Camila’s other hand moved to her breast, squeezing gently as she imagined Gonzalez’s strong hands roaming over her body. She could almost feel the weight of his gaze, her fingers deftly unbuttoned her pants, and she slipped her hand inside, her touch light and teasing as she explored her own wetness. She leaned her head back against the wall, her eyes closing as she gave in to the sensations. Her fingers found her clit, circling and rubbing with a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart.

I spent hours alone reading my books, with the image of Jack’s cock print on his shorts constantly flashing before my eyes. I distracted myself, moving everywhere reading different topics. But it never stopped flashing before my eyes. I was reading, and I started feeling my pussy throbbing, soaking my panties. My nipples felt hard and aching. I went to take a shower to relieve myself of those thoughts. In the bathroom, I stood before the mirror, and saw Jack behind me. His hand wrapped around my neck and his other hand fondling my tits. I turned on the tap and poured water onto my face, ending all lustful hallucinations.

"Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart. It's just biology." I left the room, my entire body humming with adrenaline and lust. That was my phase two. Trying to normalise it. Making sure to imply that it was our shared secrets. I wouldn't want any backing out. That afternoon, I came home early. I went straight to his laptop. This time, I didn't just look at history. I opened the Literotica website to a specific story *"Auntie's Obedience School"* and left the browser open on his screen. Then I went to my room, changed into a casual sun dress, and waited.

Rather than feeling ashamed, Cassidy could hear her heart pounding in anticipation as she stared up at the four men who were now stark naked before her. “You're going to cum so hard by the time we're through with you,” Ethan hummed, already on his knees. “Damn right. We'd fuck you in every hole, and you'd enjoy it, sexy red.” “Open your legs for me, baby.” Soon enough, it felt like she was floating, except that she was screaming, and gasping, and moaning, and groaning. One minute Ethan's tongue was flicking through her labia, the next Tim was sucking her breast like he was a new born baby. Leon focused on letting his fingers do the work, and Lance?

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”

“Please, Maksim. I–“ He licked one slow stripe up and center and her back arched off the bed like she’d been electrocuted. He placed a large hand on her stomach, keeping her in place as he fucked her with his tongue, thrusting in and out of her virgin cunt while his finger rubbed violent circles against her clit. Charlotte was shaking, her legs threatening to close around Maksim’s head. She bucked, not sure whether to run away from his mouth or beg for more. She had never felt this kind of sensation in her life. It was overwhelming but it was the kind that she didn’t want to stop anytime soon. Maksim smiled against her clit at her reaction. She was going to quickly learn that debts in the Br

She lay on her back beside her sister, arms stiff at her sides, thighs pressed together so tightly the muscles trembled. Rita reached over and pried them apart with surprising strength. “Open,” she ordered. “He’ll want to see how wet his good little sister-in-law got just thinking about his cock.” Nina whimpered but let her legs fall open. Cool air kissed her slick folds. She was soaked: lips swollen, clit peeking out, a thin string of arousal stretching between her thighs when she moved. Rita licked her lips. “Touch yourself. Keep that pussy ready for him. He likes walking in on a girl who can’t wait.”