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His eyes are darkened by shadows and lust, and I spread my legs apart, giving him enough room to fit his tall frame between my legs. “You’re so fucking hot, Heidi,” he tells me, starting to slide his boxers down his legs. I watch him, swallowing hard as I wait for him to finally get rid of all the layers of clothing and get back to me. The whole scene is so sexy and effortlessly arousing that I can’t recognize myself and my dirty thoughts. It feels like a scene straight out of one of those steamy romance books I like reading so much. Having read so many of them is coming in handy right now. Otherise, I’d have no idea what to do to make Cal feel as good as he’s making me feel. I don’t want to

“I’ve never really thought about it.” “Ali,” she sighs. “Have you even read a good spicy book?” “You mean p**n?” I ask her over a row of glittery vibrators. “Yes I mean p**n!” She exclaims. “Good old fashioned p**n! With some monsters maybe. I feel like you’d enjoy a good monster fucker book.” “I.. don’t know about that.” “Alright,” she says loudly. “There’s a book section over there. Let’s find you a nice steamy one.”

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

As she rubbed the head against her hot wet opening, she whispered, "I'm going to love this even more and so are you." With that said, she lowered her hips and felt the head press against her opening and then slowly spread it wide as she added more weight. She was coming hard as her hips jerked and bounced up and down driving even more of her son's dick deeper into her pussy. Tony gasped as the head entered the heat of his mother's vagina and then he groaned loudly as more of his shaft entered. Her hot sex was grabbing and relaxing along his length as he went deeper and deeper. The heat and the wetness went up and up as he went deeper.

“Fuck no! I want more Isabella. I want more of your pussy. Give daddy all your slutty greedy pussy. Coming around my cock like you can’t get enough.” Their sex was hot and so wet now. Sweat was rolling down Mateo’s body dripping on Isabella’s breasts. Isabella’s pussy was overflowing with cream. Their hips slapped together rapidly with a repeated loud smack as Mateo drilled it out of her. Mateo grabbed her ass and slammed his cock deep, but he was already as deep as he could go. Isabella screamed underneath him and he grabbed at her moist young flesh, caressing and squeezing her firm tits. Pinching and pulling her nipples.

The stretch burns so good I hate myself for it. The thick intrusion makes my walls flutter helplessly around her digits. Sophia curls them immediately, stroking that spongy spot inside me with ruthless precision. Each drag sends sharp sparks of unwanted pleasure shooting up my spine. My thighs tremble. “No—Sophia, please—” My voice cracks. She adds a third finger, stretching me wider. The wet, squelching sounds are obscene in the quiet hotel room. My pussy clenches greedily despite my mind screaming to stop. Heat floods my core, slick dripping down her hand and onto the sheets.

Chapter 125 Three Hearts, Six Hands. Elena’s POV. I was still catching my breath when Sasha climbed up my body and kissed me deeply. I could taste Dominic’s cum on her tongue and it made me feel so dirty in the best way. Dominic watched us with dark, hungry eyes while he slowly stroked his cock. “Turn over, baby,” Sasha whispered against my lips. “I want that ass up again.” I obeyed without thinking, getting on all fours. My body was already sore in the most delicious places, especially my sensitive nipples that still throbbed from all the sucking and pinching. Sasha moved behind me and spread my ass cheeks.

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.