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Ederra reply to this girl's caress. Spontaneous Mr. Ederra grabbing hold of this girl's sensitive body parts, he squeezed it firmly until she sighed. She enjoyed caresses Mr. Ederra. Mr. Ederra just watching this girl sigh with pleasure until her passion rises. Not up to here, seeing the flushed red lips that let out a sigh of pleasure. Mr. Ederra fondling this girl until she lay on the bed. Mr. Ederra continue to fondle this girl, a girl who has been affected by aphrodisiacs and magic potions that make a girl forget about herself. Mr. Ederra not satisfied if he only treated this girl with a caress, he took off his clothes with a burning passion. Now he is the same as this girl, full of pass

- And you, what are you? - Writer -I blushed. -What do you write?- He asked with a raised eyebrow amused by my reaction. I had just given myself away. –Erotic literature- I tried to make it sound as if she had said: Adventure, crime, cooking ... But no, she had said erotic and she had sounded shy. It normal that they never took me seriously. -Your? - He laughed so loud that I thought he was going to come to see what was happening. - I promise you that I did not expect it to come.

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

“Rub your clit. I want to feel you come on my cock.” I slide my hand between us, finding my clit and rubbing in fast circles. “Damon, I’m close…” “Come for me. Come on my cock like a good little wolf.” The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. I scream his name, my pussy clenching around him so hard he groans. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.” He’s moving faster now, chasing his own release. “I’m going to fill you up, Maya. Going to pump you full of my cum. Mark you inside and out.”

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.

It was still there, simmering just beneath the surface, a reminder that her awakening was just beginning. She slowly pulled away her fingers from her body, feeling the empty space they had just filled. She cleaned herself with a rag, wiping away the evidence of her pleasure, but the feeling remained. She felt a connection to the anonymous writer, a sense of sisterhood. They had shared this moment, this secret, and it made her feel less alone in her desires.

I could feel every inch of him go in and out in seconds, he was so full inside me, I couldn’t breathe. And not because he was choking me, but because the sensation around was killing me. He drove in deeper and faster and I screamed out in pleasure and closed my eyes. “Look at me”, he demanded. “Look at me as I ruin you”, he said again. Then he smacked my ass hard making me start begging. I don’t even know what I was begging for but the feeling around was too good i just had to start begging. “Fuck Youre so sweet Ava, damn Youre so fight”

"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.

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

The only person who knows is Maddie. I check the stats, engagements, and fresh comments on my latest post like I always do. The comments are the same old shit. “Good writing, but not strong enough erotic content. Maybe stick to romance instead.” “Grow some self-awareness! Not everyone can write erotica.” “Bet this writer has never even seen a dick in her life.” I fight to keep my face neutral instead of cursing out loud and pulling my hair like I usually do in private. The last comment stings because it isn’t entirely wrong. But who says virgins can’t write damn good erotica?