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"When you caught me before, I wasn't, um. I wasn't watching p**n. Exactly." I flinched, waiting for Jennifer to freak out. Instead, she just looked at me expectantly. "See, I don't really like p**n either," I said, "Like you said, it's kind of weird to watch. Very fake and staged. So instead I like to, um, read stuff." "Like Fifty Shades of Grey?" Jennifer asked. "Sort of?" And then, I did something either incredibly smart or unbelievably stupid. "Here," I said, "I'll show you."

My thighs kept pressing together under the desk, still tender from yesterday’s orgasm in Professor Black’s office. The book he’d given me felt like a brand in my bag. I had read every marked passage last night, my fingers buried deep in my pussy the entire time, coming over and over while his sharp red notes stared back at me. “Pay attention to the mask.” “What breaks first?” “Guilt is desire wearing velvet.”

Such a body is obviously in line with the aesthetics of European and American players, but at the same time his appearance and overall color are too mature, giving people a sense of horror and oppression. In "Arena of Valor", although female game characters do not have exaggerated muscles and bodies like men, they all have very a good body shape. Women have thin and long necks, narrow waists and wide hips, and narrow backs. These designs make the female heroes look sexier and more mature. In terms of clothing, the female heroes in "Arena of Volar" are also dressed with clothes which are sexier and more mature than clothes in “King of Glory”. Thus it leads to the addition of sex implication.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

The following books are for mature audiences with dark themes and Anti-heroes that you'll hate but end up loving them. These books contain intense sèxual themes and can/may have non/con, dubious consent. These are dark books. All these books are COMPLETED. 1. CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTÎVE ROMANCE ____ Blurb ____ ERICA Kidnapped. Sold. Caged. I should’ve known. But with the monster I was familiar with locked in a mental asylum I stopped looking over my shoulder. And that’s when the real monster in a Armani suit, with beautiful face and a dark accent decided to haunt my dreams and every waking moment.

When he rolled off me he laughed and said, "That was okay, right? Not every girl makes a big deal out of her first time." I hated how wet that memory still made me. I should have felt angry, used, worthless. Instead my pussy kept throbbing, begging for something more. Something real. Something that would break me and put me back together. That was why I started searching online late at night. BDSM. Domination. Submission. The words alone made my nipples hard. I read stories about girls who got tied up, spanked until they cried, then fucked so deep they screamed. Men who knew how to take control. Men who made you feel like their favorite toy and their most precious slut at the same time. I wa

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

One entire wall was fully occupied with a massive bookcase filled with academic tomes, with titles such as Advanced Calculus, and Partial Differential Equations - A Practical Application. There was one very special volume entitled Differential Calculus and the Search for Intelligent Life. The author was one Dr. Anna Grant. My mother. My lover. The sexiest woman in my universe. I knew that crammed inside the bank of five-drawer filing cabinets were research papers, exam sheets, notes, and files. But one cabinet, securely locked at all times and to which I have a key, was filled with stunningly sexy skirts and blouses, shoes, lingerie, and of course scores of nylons of all makes, styles, sheen

He stepped over to the velvet chair she had just vacated, sinking into it and spreading his thick legs wide to display his heavy, throbbing cock, which was already leaking pre-cum from the sheer stimulation of tasting her. "Time to return the favor to daddy," he smirked, his eyes darkening with a raw, demanding lust. Reid watched her, his mind spinning. Inker was never like this. His wife was proper, quiet, and reserved in the bedroom…completely vanilla. How was it possible that Gigi and Inker were blood sisters, yet Gigi was infinitely more exciting, filthy, and uninhibited than his wife could ever dream of being? Gigi turned, a predatory smile spreading across her beautiful face.

he says and I nod as I look at some pictures of me and Luca stood by the docks. "What do they have that is solid?" I ask him. "You bringing in drugs on an organised crime scale. That's enough to send you away for a long time. They'll probably give you some deals," he says and closes the file, "Is Damian okay?" I ask him. "He's fine, they'll let him go when they realise he knows nothing. Your cousins and Emilio will probably be able to weasel out of this but you are in deep shit." "What about George?" I ask.