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The thin fabric of his boxer briefs was the only barrier between her naked cheeks and his heavy cock. She pressed harder, grinding in tiny, teasing circles. His dick twitched. Thickened. She felt it swell against her soft flesh. Elena bit her lip to stifle a moan. She reached behind her, fingers slipping under the waistband of his boxers. She freed his growing erection, hot and velvety, already leaking precum. With a shaky breath, she lifted the hem of her short nightie higher, bunching it around her waist, fully exposing her dripping pussy and ass.

“That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pretty cries. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She moaned, pushing forward against his hand. “Dirty little girl.” He pinched her clit, loving the sound that escaped her mouth after. “On your hands and knees, Printsessa. You sound like you’re aching for more.” Charlotte immediately got on her hands and knees, imitating her current position on the screen. Maksim knelt behind her on the floor, lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed into her in a slow torturous movement. Charlotte wiggled her ass back, wanting more.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

My clit ached, begging for touch after last night. He laughed, low rumble vibrating through his chest into mine. "Please what? You want me to finger that needy cunt? Make you squirt all over my desk?" His fingers pressed firmer against the fabric, rubbing slow circles over my clit through the panties. The friction was maddening, building that fire again, but not enough. The wet spot grew, soaking through, his fingers slick with my arousal. "Fuck, listen to that. Your pussy's talking, Mira. Sloppy and desperate."

Her tan legs are long and look so smooth and I have images of me burying my face between them flash through my mind, I have to try and subtly shift so I can hide my hardening cock but I’m not sure how successful I am when Selina glances at me with a confused smile on her face. At around midnight, we are all yawning and decide it’s time for bed. Clarissa and Selina head for Clarissa’s room and I head for my bedroom, my cock is still rock hard and is throbbing and in desperate for some relief. I close my bedroom door, boot up my computer and load some schoolgirl p**n. I’m watching a teen girl in a schoolgirl outfit getting fucked hard from behind when I hear a moan that isn’t coming from the s

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

"Wearing these tiny shorts. Looking at me like you want me to bend you over right here." Sara leaned back against him. Feeling how hard he was. "Maybe I do." His hand slid down her stomach. Lower. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts. He found her bare and already soaked. "Fuck," he groaned softly. "You are dripping for me." His fingers circled her clit slowly. Sara bit her lip to keep from moaning. Her parents were just in the next room. "Callum," she whispered. "We cannot." "Tell me to stop then," he challenged. His fingers moved faster. "Tell me you do not want your stepbrother’s fingers inside you."

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

He had his dick out, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he listened to me describe how the inside of my pussy feels while his father was ruining me. “Jesus Christ! Don't stop, baby! Keep talking! Keep moaning!” Preston begged as he sucked on my breasts causing my toes to curl. "Tell him how the bushy hairs tickle your balls every time you slam home," I whispered, my voice a filthy lure. "Oh, Enid!" Preston roared. He lost all control. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in with a force that made the heavy desk creak and groan. The legs of the desk scraped across the floor with a loud, metallic screech. I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, h

I WOKE UP AS A CHARACTER IN MY EROTICA STORY 2 His mouth claimed mine like he owned it. Like he owned me—his fucking creator. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me, dominating me. A broken moan escaped my throat. I had written this exact kiss so many times, but feeling it — the scrape of his stubble, the raw hunger, the way he bit my lower lip — was overwhelming. My resistance was crumbling faster than I could process.