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His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

Sweat gathered on my forehead, and sticky fluids leaked from from my erect cock and I didn't understand where the wetness from my hole was coming from seeing that Leon hadn't applied any lube. Thanks to that, Leon's cheek, nose, and lips Were smeared with wetness but instead of getting disgusted, Leon was all smiles. I felt embarrassed for I had marred Leon's sculpted features. I desperately raised my body and wiped Leon's face as if hiding what I had done or as of a wipe could take the embarrassing memory away. “I… I'm sorry…,” I said and Instead of a response, Leon covertly stole my fluid from his own nose with the opposite finger and sucked it into his mouth and that left me agape.

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.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

Derick’s cock throbbed deep inside me, stretching my pulsing walls as the phone continued to ring. Alora’s name glowed on the screen like a warning. My eyes widened in panic, but he only smirked, that wicked, arrogant curve of his lips making my pussy clench harder around him. “Answer it,” he repeated, voice low and commanding. He rolled his hips in a slow, torturous grind, rubbing against my sensitive clit. I reached for the phone with a trembling hand and swiped to accept the video call. Derick stayed buried to the hilt, barely moving, but the subtle shifts of his thick cock inside me made it nearly impossible to keep my voice steady.

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Clatter— The knife and fork slipped from Luther’s hands, hitting the floor with a sharp ring. Even with his face hidden behind the black mist, I could feel the shock rolling off him. Tch. Annoying. I grabbed Luther by the collar, pulled him close, and kissed him hard—pressing my lips to his and sliding the cherry from my mouth into his. Our tongues brushed; he tried to pull away, but I didn’t care. I bit down on the cherry, letting its overly sweet juice spill out slowly between us.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”