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My breath hitched and he smirked, obviously enjoying torturing me. “What are you doing Mr Daxton?” I asked, though my words came out as pants. His eyes locking with mine, he grabbed both my thighs, opening my legs and standing between them. Only then did I notice he was shirtless, his overalls were folded on his waist. If this was a different situation, I would have admired his physique.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

Always making sure he looked away first, always making sure there was enough distance between us, always making sure he was the good man my father thought he was. I had been thinking about what would happen if I made it harder for him to be good. I reached back and pulled the zipper of my dress down slowly, letting it fall off my shoulders and pool onto the floor at my feet. I reached back and unclasped my bra and dropped it on top of the dress. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and pushed them down my legs and kicked them aside and then I climbed onto my bed and leaned back against my pillows, completely bare, and I listened to the voices below and I waited.

​The title was: "CHAPTER 159: THE MULTIVERSE OF THE MARGINS." ​A man stepped out of the truck. He looked like the Author, but he was younger, his eyes bright with a new, dangerous inspiration. ​"The 'Davis Story' didn't end with the Vane Group's collapse, Nora," the man said. "It just went Global. There are authors in Tokyo, London, and Lagos writing their own versions of you right now. You aren't one woman anymore. You’re a Crossover Event." ​Nora felt a sudden, sharp tug at her soul. Across the world, a hundred "Noras" were being born in a hundred different genres.

Iris moaned, her tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into her from behind. Cathy couldn’t help but stare. The fantasy she had played over and over in her mind for a long time was happening right in front of her, more vivid and visceral than any dream. She had wondered for months how to bridge the gap, how to make the first move in this strange, blended family dynamic. But today, the heat and the proximity had finally broken her resolve. She decided right then to go with the flow, she saw a dildo just close to where she stood she picked it up and decided to use it to please herself while convincing herself that he is her stepbrother which means joining in isn't allowed.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

“Breed me like in the show.” The dirty roleplay sent fire through his veins. Alex gripped her ass and pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the hotel room. Her costume made it even more intoxicating , the pink wig tickling his face, the horns brushing his skin, the skirt bunched uselessly around her waist while her stockings rubbed against his sides.

I would like to express my gratitude to Editor Yino, who encouraged me to challenge myself with this story, and I will greet you next with my upcoming work. I am still a novice author in the novel world because I previously wrote many stories and am only now publishing them one by one. I read only physical paper books and do not read web novels at all, so the texture of my writing is a bit different from others. Even the genres I have read are things like detective stories, fantasy, Anglo-American literature, Nordic thrillers, and Japanese mysteries. Because of this, my writing carries its own unique color. There is a noir-style triangular romance featuring a cross-dressing woman where an ag

“Stand up. Hands behind your head. Let me see what belongs to me tonight.” Adanna rose on shaky legs, obeying instantly. Her body was lush and curvy, hips wide and ass round in a way that made Izzy’s mouth water. She ran her gloved hands possessively over Adanna’s breasts, pinching both nipples until the younger woman gasped sharply. “Beautiful,” Izzy murmured. “So responsive already.” She guided Adanna to the padded St. Andrew’s cross against the wall, securing her wrists and ankles with thick leather cuffs. The position spread her open beautifully—arms high, legs apart, pussy already glistening with arousal.