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I answered truthfully, my fingers digging into the wood as he drove me to a mad orgasm. My knees shivered, and a loud shriek tore from my throat. I shook from pleasure, feeling every nerve in my body strain. He finally pulled out, immediately turning me around and making me sit on the chair again. My eyes were still shut as I relaxed on the chair, the spasms still travelling through me. I hadn't recovered, and every time I squeezed my thighs together and touched my clit, I would jerk like someone in an electric chair. Frederick pulled my legs apart and I finally opened eyes to look at him. He got down on his knees, holding my legs up and bringing his face to my pussy.

“Get back here, Jeremy. The beautician is waiting.” The line beeped dead in his ears, and Jeremy threw the phone on the counter, turning his gaze on Marcus. “Beautician, huh?” Marcus asked, a slight tease in his tone. Shrugging, Jeremy grabbed him by his shirtfront and pulled him close, crashing his lips down on his in a hunger that swallowed them up. They crashed against the counter, their bulging erection rubbing together in a sensational friction. A groan slipped out of Jeremy’s lips as Marcus large hand palmed his cock, rubbing in a circular motion around his tip.

“I am all for teaching you, outside, Claire. If that is your thing.” “W-What? N-No,” I flushed, aware that he had only been teasing, yet unable to help myself. What on earth was I doing? I had asked myself that question two days ago, when I signed up on the Erotic Tutor website. The thought of an absolute stranger helping me be less frigid– as my ex had so graciously put it– was terrifying. Exciting, yes, but still terrifying. What if he is a serial killer? I nibbled on my bottom lip, eyeing him. What had he meant by when the lesson was learnt?

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

"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.

She picked up the vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it directly against my clit without mercy. Monica straddled my face once more, lowering her pussy to my mouth. "Make me come," she ordered. I licked and sucked desperately, my own pleasure building under the relentless vibrator. Tasha pushed three fingers back inside me, fucking hard and fast. The plug twisted with every thrust. My moans vibrated against Monica's clit.

Tonight it would serve a different purpose. They climbed on, four asses presented again, side by side. I grabbed lube from the desk drawer (I’d planned for this longer than they knew), slicked my fingers, and started opening them up further. One by one. Tyler first,two fingers, then three, scissoring until he was whining and rocking back. Ethan’s plump cheeks parted easily, greedy for more. Ryan begged for a fourth finger. Jamal trembled when I curled inside him, hitting that spot that made his toes curl. Then I mounted them again, this time slower, savoring.

Santa Claus whipped me again and again, but all that escaped my mouth were my moans as I whined on the body, wishing to be released so I could jump on him and ride the piece of meat in between his legs. "Yes, Daddy." I licked my bottom lip seductively as he thrust the whip to a side, before grabbing the oil and rubbing all over his cock, till it glistened. He took it out and inserted it inside my pussy, before using the remote control to trigger it to work inside me. I squirted hard on the bed as it seemed as if electricity was buzzing through me, hard. "Shit! What a mess!" He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment.

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.

I said to the person on the other end of the line, before I dropped the call. "I thought you were never going to end it." I pushed my finger deep inside of her, earning me a small gasp. "So you think you can walk inside my office, moan to someone else's ears, make me end my call and take all my attention for yourself?" I raised a brow in question, but the erotic look on her face was doing something to my body. "Perks of being the Luna." I pulled my fingers out of her, and she whimpered in protest. She opened her mouth to complain, and I placed my fingers in it instead, making her taste herself. She instantly began to suck them, her sexy gaze locked on mine.