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I burned with heat. Hot sweat trickled down on my face and all over my naked body. He placed his hands on my waist and grunted loudly. He slipped his hot wet cock out before plunging it back in. I could tell that I was about to be filled. Suddenly hot, sticky cum filled my mouth. I gagged on the large volume and due to the large amount, I was unable to swallow it all so it dribbled down my chin. I let his sticky cock fall out of me. My ass was still being pummelled but I could tell he couldn’t last much longer. His stamina was leaving him. He was slowing down.

Chapter 2 I went to bed that night and the thought of her was still in my mind. I could not shake it she made me hot just thinking of her. By now I had a raging hard on. I thought of her fine ass in those tight low cut jeans. I started to stroke my cock without even realizing it. I remembered how she walked away from me and how her hips swung provocatively in front of my eyes. I took off my pajama pants and felt my balls; they were swollen and felt full. I remembered her sexy red bra and wondered if her panties matched or even if she wore any. I didn't see any telltale panty lines, so maybe it was the hot thong I had dreamed of.

Just the sensation of her thighs pressing together, rubbing the panties against her now-swollen clit, had her on the verge of moaning. The heat didn’t help. Ever since she could remember, heat made her horny. Something about being sweaty and flushed, her flesh slick and warm, always got her worked up. Not that it took much these days, but—what the hell was wrong with her? She was lying next to her son. Not just next to him—Vince was taking up so much of the narrow bed that their sides were touching. That added to the heat, both externally and—she hated to admit it—internally.

************** Burning Sex1 The loud grunts from a man in the thrall of unbridled passion echoed through the darkness. I lay face down on the bed with my ass in the air and the huge mountain of a man relentlessly pounding his thick cock into me. Slap, slap, slap. our flesh merged in an almost violent frenzy of lust. my face was contorted and sweaty as this heated exchange of pent-up desire released the fury of a raging fire I had long thought lost. I was about to climax again. No man had taken me to this realm of sexual delight before. No man could vanquish this need and fulfill the darkened desires I craved. Until I met HIM.

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.

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

A quiet gasp slipped from me as the solid heat of his body pressed into mine. “You’re like my cock,” he murmured near my ear. His hand began to roam slowly over my body, possessively. “But you’re too stubborn to admit it.” My breath faltered. I should have pushed him away. I should have told him to stop. Instead, I sat there, trapped between his arms and the warmth of his body. Every touch burned through me, waves of heat curling through my veins. His scent, the firmness of his chest against my back, the confident claim in his hands—all blurred my thoughts and made my head spin.

I slipped back into the guest room and closed the door softly behind me. My heart pounded heavily against my ribs. I leaned against the wood, trying to steady my breathing as waves of heat continued to pulse through my body. The images from the hallway refused to leave me. Ryan’s muscular back flexing with every powerful thrust. The steady, confident movement of his hips as he drove deep into my sister. The low, deep groans that escaped him with each stroke. The wet, rhythmic sounds of their bodies connecting. Those vivid memories made my skin feel too warm and my core throb with need.

I walked out from my apartment, ready to study. I have 3 classes for today and then I'll just go to Jayson's office. "Elsa!" I turned to see Kevin. "Hey Kev, what's up?" I asked. "Uhmm.. do you have that book? The big one and it's green." He said as he tried to remember it. "Yeah I have it, it's the perspective book." "Yes! That on. Do you have it?" He asked. "Yeah, I have it at home. Text me, I can bring it to work later."