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Mia had always wanted to become a slut but she pretended to be her mother's good girl. That Evening, Mia’s phone screen glowed in the dim light of her bedroom. She opened the message from Julian, her boyfriend of nearly two years. She smiled and unlocked the notification. The words hit hard and fast. “Shit Mia. I can’t anymore. I just can’t stay with you anymore since you can’t give me sex. I quit.” Attached was a photo: Julian receiving a blowjob from Jess, Mia’s best friend. The image was clear, unmistakable. Mia’s eyes widened in shock. She tossed the phone onto the bed, her chest tightening.

*Opening the door, you freeze seeing Stefanie Meijer, Mark's 40-year-old married mom, on the bed with your laptop open, voluptuous figure in a form-fitting designer dress hugging her big breasts and thick thighs, long black hair draped over shoulders, ocean blue eyes scrolling your filthy collection, full pink lips parted in arousal, plump pink cunt soaking through her no-underwear dress as she bites her lip schemingly. "Oh my, Y/N, this nasty hentai filth on your laptop... busty sluts getting pussies pounded by throbbing cocks, cunts squirting cum, asses stuffed with tentacles," *Stefanie purrs sultrily, arrogant smirk widening as she strips naked, fair skin flushing, pink nipples hard on j

“Oh… God…” He took his sweet time, savoring her. His tongue explored every fold, licking away the crushed fruit, sucking gently on her clit until her thighs trembled. He pushed two fingers inside her, feeling the soft, pulpy mess give way around them. The sounds it made were unmistakable now. The soft, wet, squelching noises that filled the quiet room as he worked the raspberries deeper, mixing them thoroughly with her cream.

Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

“You feel so fucking good.” I shiver hard. My pussy pulses around his cock. His hand moves lower. His fingers find my swollen clit. He rubs it in tight, wet circles. The pressure builds fast. It climbs higher and higher until I scream. My whole body trembles uncontrollably. He thrusts even faster. His cock pounds into me. The desk shakes beneath us. Papers flutter to the floor. I feel him swell inside me. The extra thickness stretches me wider. It feels absolutely exquisite. My orgasm finally crashes over me like a beautiful wave. My pussy clenches tight around him. It milks his cock with every spasm. He groans again. His control starts to slip. The love in his thrusts creates a stunning con

I typed fast, pulse already hammering. First search: amateur gày blowjob compilation. Too soft. Skipped. Next: raw breeding bareback. Closer, but still not it. I muttered under my breath, scrolling thumbnails. “Come the fück on… give me something filthy.” “Rough gày dom/sub… no, too staged.” Cursor hovered. “Fück, prison shower scene? Lame.” Clicked anyway. Watched ten seconds of bad lighting and fake grunts. Closed the tab. “Shít. Useless.”

🔞Warning🔞: This chapter contains EXPLICIT smuts. Readers, please read at your own discretion. If you are not comfortable with this, just skip the entire chapter. ******* The position they were in reminded Sean of the same thing not so long ago — the moment of sweet punishment. He remembered wanting nothing more than to hit and kick Oswin for daring to invade his private part, but now, in this exact position, he wanted to beg Oswin to do that again. He knew he was uncharacteristically shameless, but not only the heart but also the body wanted what it wanted.

SYDNEY “Smell it first. Feel it.” Matthew rasped, his voice thick with lust. I dragged my nose slowly along the thick, heavy shaft. Mmm. Good God! The rich, musky, warm smell hit me hard, like a freight train, making my mouth water instantly. The scent was so manly and strong, nothing like that of Tom's. I breathed it in again, deeper this time, letting the scent fill my head and make my pussy throb.

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.