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Lila gripped the edge of her chair, biting her lip hard. The vibrations teased her swollen clit and soaked folds mercilessly. When a professor asked her a question, Kane increased the intensity. Her voice trembled as she answered, thighs quivering, fighting the urge to moan. Kane watched with dark satisfaction, his own cock straining in his pants. After the seminar, he dragged her to the secluded rare books section of the library. “On your knees, baby.”

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

Now lost to her pleasures, Yasmine continued fucking herself, unable to contain her moans and groans. It wasn't until she was done that she realized the cou9le in the other room had stopped, and she could only hear the whispers coming from their room. “I think she's alone and having sex with just herself!” Yasmine's eyes widened in horror. Had she just been caught masturbating?! Author's Note: The F1 series will continue soon, guys. I just wanted to toss this in. Apologies for the long wait. Thank you for reading.

"Sorry, folks. Duty calls. I'll check on you two again in a little while." "Sex writers," I mused. "I wonder exactly what that entails." Noah grinned at me. "Considering a career change, darlin'?" I shook my head. "I don't think so. Although I have to say that I'm intrigued. Do they just write books about sex, or do they write erotic fiction? Or both?" "Maybe they also write scripts for porn," Noah suggested. "If that's the case, they need to up their game. Most porn is seriously lacking in storylines and decent dialogue."

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts. Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures. That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

Her soft and supple curls were pinned back by little silver bows on each side, and as she spoke, she toyed with the ringlets. “Wait, you can read about sex? Phew, give me some recommendations, I’m more than interested.” She whispered, making a show of leaning in and cupping a hand around her mouth. “I’m very sex positive, as you know by now. She-wolves and human women are scorned for doing the same thing as men, which is absolute bullshit, if you ask me. We’re all allowed to enjoy sex, and that’s pure fact.” I didn’t dare mention I had no actual experience on the topic, mainly because I didn’t need a classroom full of people knowing what a timid little virgin I was. Instead, I nodded along w

"Is that really all she is to you?" "To be completely honest with you, Hillian, I cannot even bring myself to sleep with her," my father confessed, stepping closer and lowering his tone like he was sharing a secret. "She is gorgeous to look at, yes, but I am simply not sexually attracted to her at all. She fulfills her duties as the lady of the house, and I give her an unlimited credit card. It is a business transaction." A surge of strange, conflicting emotions churned deep in my chest. I felt disgust at his callousness, but deep down, a dark, dangerous sense of relief washed over me.

His hands trembled, his body twitching, hips grinding deep to stay buried in her fluttering, greedy pussy. Ravion held on longer, teeth gritted, cock pounding into her ass until her body shivered, and she clenched around him with another orgasm. That was it. He came hard, roaring as his cum shot into her stretched, soaked ass, overflowing and dripping with white. They collapsed around her with ragged breaths. Lyssa turned over slowly, lying in the mess of divine sex, their cum leaking from both holes, a goddess defiled and crowned all at once. Her hand slid to her cunt, already rubbing slow, teasing circles.