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Isabella sank down onto his thick, bare cock with a broken moan, the stretch delicious and filthy. She rode him hard, hips rolling, breasts bouncing free from the low neckline. Damien gripped her ass, guiding her faster, the wet slap of skin loud in the enclosed space. “That’s it… milk your husband’s cock like the greedy little slut you are,” he growled, teeth grazing her nipple. “Come for me before we arrive.” She shattered twice before the limo slowed, clenching around him as he pumped her full of hot cum. He didn’t let her clean up.

she gasped. His hands were hot as he leaned into her, his chest against her back, and she felt the hard, insistent ridge of his cock pressed against the cleft of her ass, through his trousers, and through her shorts. A whimper caught in her throat. She didn’t pull away. She leaned back into the solid wall of him. “You’re wet,” he mumbled as one hand left her hip, slid around her front, palm flattening low on her belly, pulling her back more firmly against his erection. “You’re soaked for him.”

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

The locker room had become a prison of steam, sweat, and unrelenting lust. Alex could barely stand after the shower marathon, his legs shaking violently as residual cum continued to trickle down his inner thighs despite the water. His hole felt ruined—puffy, sore, and strangely empty now that Jax had finally pulled out. Every breath sent a throb through his overstimulated body, his prostate hypersensitive from the repeated poundings. The hot water had long since washed away most of the visible evidence, but the deep ache inside him remained, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he had been claimed.

My Husband's First Gay Sex (3) She was now breathing fast. Her heart pounded with anticipation as Hilton knelt again and wrapped his lips around Ron’s thick shaft, sucking slowly like he craved it. Zoey moaned, her fingers clutching the towel beneath her and her hips rose.. Hilton’s free hand slid between her thighs. His fingers slipped inside her without hesitation. “You watching, baby? You watching your husband take this cock while I finger you like the filthy little slut you are?”

Does she really like Noah's uncle more than Noah himself, can she trust her own confusing feelings to make a right choice and would she be able to give in to a mature man's, for her a new world of pleasure and desires? Will the burning fire of passion destroy them or will it push them to great heights? How will Noah react when he finds out that his uncle is after 'his' girl and what will Helena, Justin's soon to be ex wife do when she finds out that a mere college girl is busy taking her place in Justin's heart? Let's find out and join Justin and Arabella on their rollercoaster ride of a romance!

This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky? “Fuck…” I moaned softly, my hips starting to move on their own. Damien’s voice was rough, almost a growl. “Louder.” “Oh my god…” I cried out, fingers moving faster. “It feels so good… I’m such a dirty girl…” Just as my eyes started to flutter shut, the bedroom door opened again. Victor walked in, still wearing his black shirt from earlier, a dark smirk already on his face. He took one look at me — legs spread, fingers buried deep in my cunt, moaning like a whore — and chuckled.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

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