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Romaine was definitely enjoying having sex with a powerless man like the one she’s fucking now. She continued to stride into him with Hans’ mouth shut with her lace underwear. Romaine didn’t expect him to yield to her, to sexily moan for her. She didn’t wonder and even paid attention that the man beneath him kept on making disturbing, muffled noises, begging to be released. She could read in his mind that he keeps thinking of “Please don’t kill me! Just have sex with me but please do not kill me. I am not Hans Ryder. Please. Please. Please….” Yet, Romaine didn’t heed him. Her claws dig deeper on her throat, tears streaming down from his face. Blood flowing from his exposed throat. But she ke

Tommy thought of countless sexual positions to torture Winona and even took videos of their steamy sex scenes without Winona’s knowing. Since it was all for the sake of revenge, Tommy would never let Winona go that easy. He sent the sex tapes to post-production and added mosaic on his face but not Winona’s. Every moan and every lewd expression on her face were clearly captured and exposed. A few days later, the hospital where Winona worked received a mysterious CD. Everyone got a copy, including the janitor and the cleaners. The CD was filled with a dozen sex scenes, and the main character was all Winona. Every single scene showed her in a different position and it was as sexy and steamy as

I faster riding him when i heard his moaned, I feel like I’m energized by hearing his moan. When I feel my orgasm was about to come i slowly get up but he pulled me and we exchanged positions and he continue thrusting. When my orgasm come i slowly get sleepy but josh pressed his body too me. “what’s your name” he whispered to my hears. “it’s rose” I said and then I feel asleep. ************ When I woke up josh is still sleeping next too me, I scanned his body and i see his penis standing so I bought my mouth into his penis because I’m curious of its taste because my friends say it’s delicious.

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

"Asher..." He groaned, hands moving higher, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. "That's it. Just like that. You're so fucking sexy, Isla. I've wanted this since I first saw you with the new hair." He pulled me back into his lap anyway, hands sliding down onto my thighs. I felt the heat pool between my legs as his fingers brushed my bare skin near my clit. "Fuck, you feel good," he murmured while moving his hands straight to my core. I jolted, my toes curling. This was a sin. A delicious sin I shouldn't crave.

The sheer size and heat of him beneath her was overwhelming, sending a sharp, electric jolt straight to the pit of her stomach. "Come on," Dominic rumbled darkly, his voice dropping into a thick, territorial growl that sent a shiver straight down her spine. His thumbs rubbed soothing yet demanding circles into her waist. "There is no way out tonight, Rosalie. Now, you will show me exactly who your body belongs to. Kiss me. Touch me."

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

He wanted me still, even after having spent his essence inside me. I trembled, pushing in against him, needing his warmth. The feel of his body against mine, encompassing me. I brought my hands to his, feeling them as they still gripped my hips, and I shivered gently, because I wanted it. Oh, I wanted it bad. Before I could stop myself or think rationally, I was nodding. The story of Mr. Romy and me didn’t end there, though. Even if part of me felt no matter what he said, it would. I was always told men say hasty things in the passion of the moment, but despite how bold

She had not known she could still want like this. Desire, for her, had always lived in memory, a faint echo of something she once carried in a body that had been warm and alive. Since dying, feeling had come to her in strange fragments. Fear came easiest. Anger, too. Loneliness wrapped around her like fog. Want had been something distant and hazy, something she remembered more than truly experienced. Until Ben. Ben brought heat and warmth back into her existence. She had been so cold for so long, and now she could feel a burning desire rushing through her, bright and overwhelming.