Julie Ann Emery Sexy Romane & Geschichten

When Emberly returned, she stood beside the bed before me and took off her shirt. "I know we can't have sex right now, but we can do other things. I know you are in need. Will you let me take care of you and make you cum," Emberly said seductively as she pulled the covers off of me and licked her bottom lip at the sight of my cock thickening inside of my boxer briefs. She hooked my briefs in her thumbs and drug them down my legs, and threw them to the floor. "You want my cum in your mouth,"

*SCREAM!!!* Jeremy’s mom stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide with pure shock and disgust. The duvet had slipped off just enough to reveal everything — me on all fours, completely naked, Jeremy’s cock still buried deep in my ass, his cum already leaking out around where we were joined. “Oh my God… Emma?!” Aunt Linda’s voice cracked. “What the hell is going on?!”

wide, sipping slow. "So, how's school? Still killing it in bio?"Emily laughed, surprised he remembered. "Yeah, anatomy class is brutal. All the diagrams make my brain hurt."Lena sidled up beside her, close enough that their arms brushed. "Anatomy, huh? We could give you a private lesson sometime." Her voice dropped low, teasing, green eyes locking on Emily's. Heat flushed Emily's cheeks. Was she serious?Jake chuckled, deep and dirty. "Lena's got a filthy mind for that stuff. Bet she'd demonstrate on you right now." He set his glass down, crossing his arms, biceps bulging. The air thickened, charged like a storm brewing. Emily swallowed more wine, boldness creeping in. "You two are trouble.

Isabelle shouted and Ann slapped her cheek immediately. “I’m his mere secretary yet I’ve been helping him during the elections, doing lots of dirty jobs to make sure he gets what he wants, keeping lots of secrets while you sit your ass at home and create chaos, all the scandals that has been ongoing, I’ve been cleaning them up for you...” “You’re such an ungrateful bitch” Ann replied angrily and Isabelle dragged her hair, pulling her to the ground. Ann retorted, holding Isabelle’s own as they both pulled at each other’s hair and fought.

Usually, I would just let it go– maybe she’s having an off day– but I know Emory is out there and I haven’t had time to look at my phone and see how she’s getting along with the guys. “I’m fine, sir. I’ll send it in.” Send it in? What does that mean? I get my answer quickly enough when Emory walks in with the file in her hands. Did she put Anna up to this or was it the other way around? Admittedly, Emory does have a sexy secretary vibe going with her artfully messy bun and pantsuit, cleavage just hinting out of the top. Damn, she might be the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.

I remembered the exact feeling of him bottoming out against my cervix, stretching my tight walls until I shrieked with pleasure. A sharp, intense wave of heat shot straight down to my stomach. I felt a heavy burst of my own juices slip between my thighs, soaking into my underwear. I was soaking wet just thinking about him. Julian stopped typing. He tilted his head up, his eyes locking onto mine behind his glasses. He noticed I hadn't moved an inch. "Is there something else, Ann?" he asked, leaning back in his leather chair. "What is it?"

“It’s been…what, fourteen days? And every morning I wake up and realize I slept with my ex-boyfriend’s elder brother. Not just that, I had angry, vengeful, phenomenal sex with him!” “He must have made your toes curl if you describe it as that.” She turns on a vibrator shaped like a lipstick, making a comment about needing a new one. Then she turns to me. “You’ve never for once called sex with Colt phenomenal.” I nearly hurl the brain ball at her. “Stop joking around with my predicament. It’s wrong! It’s a violation of like, five different morality codes!” Emma, still completely unfazed, holds up two bottles of creamy liquid. “Which lube should I get? Strawberry or peppermint?”

“Answer the question.” Emily bites her lip, eyes darting around the room. “It’s just… it’s a little kink thing, okay?” She gives a half-smile. “I thought maybe it’d be fun. Your birthday is coming up. I wanted to surprise you with a hot video.” He raises an eyebrow and then taps the side of his reading glasses. “I might be a bit shortsighted, Emily, but I’m not blind. Or stupid. How convenient that this little kink appeared the same day you saw Julie.”

The fire crackled in the hearth, casting shifting shadows across the glass floors and naked bodies still marked by sweat and friction. Emily sat curled in a leather armchair, her bare skin glistening with the remnants of pleasure, legs pulled up lazily beneath her. Her hair was damp against her shoulders, her lips swollen from kisses not given in love but in dominance. The flickering firelight bathed her body in a gold-red hue, making her look like something forged in the heart of the blaze. A tablet rested in her lap, casting a cooler glow. On the screen: chaos. BREAKING: George Kings Accused of Bigamy — Shocking Revelation of Secret Second Marriage