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I asked "This." With that he lean and kissed my lips. I closed my eyes and feel my face starts to burn. Oh god.

His hands traced along her sides, mapping her as if she were his canvas, every touch deliberate, every brush of his fingers a stroke of ownership. Clothes became a blur, shed between kisses and whispered breaths. Each layer peeled away until nothing stood between them, nothing but skin and heat and the storm outside that seemed to echo their every movement. The sheets tangled around their bodies as Damien pressed against her, his hands everywhere, his lips trailing fire down her neck, her collarbone, lower still. Lena arched beneath him, her fingers gripping his shoulders, nails dragging along his skin. “Damien…” Her voice broke on his name, a mix of plea and surrender.

she orders with a whisper and moves even closer. Why is it so hot in here? I should shut up but…Kandy says I should speak…I will speak. “Everytime when I get hard…a-and when I touch myself, I say your name and I can’t stop” I say with a broken moan before I can stop myself and Kandy looks pleased as she leans into my space. She smells like sex and sin. “Kandy, baby…” I say her name, with my voice straining and we move closer, breathing hard and heavy, fueled by our dark confessions of lust.

Ida gasped into the kiss as Anton's rough palms settled on her hips, and her thumbs traced the waistband of her underwear. “Pretty,” Lydia breathed from across the table. The silk robe had fallen open completely, her breasts bared, and her hand sliding between her thighs. “Julius, look at what you brought us.” Julius rounded the table. His hands found Ida's face, tilting her away from Amelie's mouth, and he kissed her, his tongue tasting of wine and something darker. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. “I've wanted this. Wanted them to have you.”

Suddenly, she convulsed, a hot, frantic squirt hitting his face as she reached a massive climax. She didn't let him recover. She spun around and lowered herself onto him, guided his thick, rigid cock into her. She took him in one slow, soul-crushing movement that made Roman's vision go white. He felt himself slide into her, the tight, wet heat of her walls enveloping him completely. She began to ride him then, her movements fast and shallow. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, heavy thud that seemed to vibrate through the bookshelves. Roman's hands found her waist, his fingers bruising her skin as he anchored her to him.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

“You’re going to smell like me for a week, Bambi, because I’m going to bury myself so deep in you that you’ll never feel empty again, and I’m going to keep slamming into you until these springs start screaming as loud as you are.” “Faster, Jax, please, fuck me faster, I want to feel your balls slapping against my ass and I want to feel your chest rubbing against my tits until my nipples are raw, just use me, use me like the little bitch I am!” “I’m hitting it now, aren’t I? That sweet spot right at the top, I can feel you flinching every time I bottom out, and your pussy is getting so hot it feels like it’s going to melt my skin right off.”

NIVEA My generous curves seemed to captivate him completely. I watched his lips part and engorge, his cheeks flushing with lust. The way he stared at me—like I was Nefertiti, the goddess of love—made my pussy throb powerfully. A warm, traitorous wave of arousal flooded through my core. He drew in a sharp breath through his mouth and bit his lower lip hard.

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

"What made you think of it?" "I've always been fascinated by the sex position books and wondered if there could really be that many different ways," she smiles as she drops his shirt on a chair and starts unfastening his belt. "If this works out, there's a book called 365 Sex Positions - A Year of Great Sex," she teases as she pulls his pants and boxer shorts down together, releasing his hard cock. Rhonda kisses the tip of his cock, flicking her tongue against it, before standing up and wrapping her arms around his neck.