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--- Dinner was fabulous, and a sensuous treat to watch all those sexy girls sucking on bones and licking their fingers, all of them trying to outdo each other with innuendo. We had 'adult' milk shakes for dessert, and by the time we'd cleaned up the mess, and put the young ones to bed, the room was crackling with anticipation.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

The smile and satisfaction in my face couldn’t be wiped out anymore after what happened three days ago. Come to think of it. My fuck buddy is a handsome, hot, daring, and good fucker man with a huge dick beneath his underwear. Then I was also given a chance to taste his father and to be fucked by him in the most forbidden way I could imagine. I would say that I am satisfied enough to be content with those two men. I love how they fuck, and every time I think how rough they go in fucking me, I become horny.

I fucking hate Adrien. “This is a public library. If you needed privacy you’d go home. Besides, it’s interesting to know you repress your sexual desires,” he grinned. “You’re obsessed with me,” I said coldly. “It’s disturbing.” He didn’t even flinch. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just fascinated by your particular brand of hypocrisy.” “Get out,” I said. “Before I hex your mouth shut.” He took a slow step forward instead. “That book won’t work if you don’t really want it to.”

Damn, Freckles. The first book I pulled out was called “Images You Should Not Masturbate To”. I snorted, flipping through a couple of pages and shaking my head. That sarcastic streak of hers ran deep. I grabbed another, the title catching my eye: “How to Traumatize Your Children: 7 Proven Methods to Help You Screw Up Your Kids Deliberately and with Skill.” I let out a short laugh, one that came from somewhere I’d almost forgotten existed. Then there were the others—Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself, Do-It-Yourself Coffins for Pets and People, and, for good measure, How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children. I shook my head, glancing back at her still sleeping form.

MILFS, Big Breasts, Big Cock, Big Balls, Kissing, Pussy licking, Fingering, Finger Fucking, Face Riding, Doggystyle, Missionary Position, Dick Sucking, Ball Sucking and Licking, Ass Licking, Threesome, Girl on Girl, Foursome, Sixty-Nine, Dick Riding CHAPTER 1 We were mired in an endless rut. If there was a reality show centered around bored housewives, my friends and I would've been cast as the leads. Obviously, no one would tune in to such a sad show and I couldn't blame them. Who would enjoy observing our lives, when we were tired of living them?

“Excuse me, sir? Will you be checking any of these books out?” He tilted his head at her in confusion. He had reserved no books. The robrarian expected his question and spoke once more. “Your friend with the tail thought you would need these.” She showed him the different titles. The Lust Chronicles, I Am What I Am Accept It, My Lycanthrope Lover, How Not To Be An Asshole, and more. He nodded his head in understanding. She was a cheeky person when she wanted to be. He liked that.

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

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