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Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

she told him. He quickly got off of her and opened the top drawer of the nightstand. He noticed she had three boxes of condoms of different types, making him wonder again how many men she gets with regularly that she needed this many. He also noticed a few different size vibrators, a few dildos, a couple of butt plugs, a variety of sex lubes, handcuffs, a ball-gag, a blindfold, a paddle, a small whip and several pornographic magazines. Not just the ones with naked men, but also ones with naked women as well. He was a little surprised by seeing all of this, especially the nude girl magazines as he didn't know Krista was into women as well, but at the same time very of impressed by what he was

All he knows is that I’m a thirty-two-yearold scientist with a kinky side. The only thing I’ve been honest about is my kink. Through my texts, I’m brave. I write my heart out. I tell him my innermost thoughts and the most depraved of my fantasies. I don’t know if I can be that way in real life.

KRISTINE "Make me cum, baby... Argh, argh," The loud moans of his mistress had me freezing by the doorway as my eyes witnessed his betrayal. My heart shattered instantly and for a moment, I struggled to regain my composure and senses as I couldn't believe my eyes? "Was that really my husband, Seb, fucking some other woman in our marital bed???" ***

‘But I’ve never felt quite the same about him since he accused me—’ ‘Or since you actually had him? Sometimes the fantasy is better than the reality,’ Armina murmured, pausing, fingertip hovering over Karen's throbbing clit, prolonging the build-up to orgasm. ‘He seems smitten with you. You’re the only mistress now ~Celine’s launched on her career, Jo’s face is on the cover of every fashion magazine.’ ‘And Patty’s fucking most of Devon’s constabulary,’ Karen added, wriggling to indicate her eagerness for Armina to continue masturbating her. ‘Mallory wants me to marry him. He has sentimental ideas of having his son live with us.’

“Well with your swollen lips, I don’t think it would have been much of a rescue” Amelia turned pink. ***** “Gosh, he’s a good fucker, he is so strong and huge and his abs, wow, they are so divine and he is a complete expert, he really knows how to give a girl what she wants” Kristen was telling the group of female secretaries- who blushed foolishly as she fed them info on her ‘date’ with Xavier- which by the way was a year ago. Kristen had chosen to gather the small group of hormonic female secretaries close to Amelia’s cabinet as she recounted the story, stretching the sexual part of the story long and picturesque that Amelia got it scrapped to her memory, forever.

Kristen chuckles as she raises her legs up, sways them side by side, and looks at me with a wicked grin. "I met someone older, he looks better than you and smells wonderful. And guess what? He fucks better than you, too!" She guffaws like a donkey. Is she referring to me? My mind is stunned with confusion. "His dick is a massive instrument of pleasure, and the cap of it is awfully pink, drips with cum too," Kristen's laughter stops, and she sighs like an overfed infant, "But he's not mine, Darren. Despite the fact that we are mates, he's the Alpha of the Greyhound pack, and he's married to my mother." She slams her fists into the bed, sits upright, and lets out a strangled scream.

Kristen had more orgasms than he had given any woman in a sexual encounter. They tried out several sexual positions on their marriage bed, and around the house. It seemed like they were making up for all the lost sex in one day. They christened the couch, the kitchen counter and most of the walls. All in all, it was a fucking crazy plunge.

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.

His eyes were fixed on a small, subtle black lens nestled between two textbooks, a tiny red LED light blinking steadily beside it. “Sam?” Clarissa’s voice was small. “What is that?” He didn’t answer. He just stared, his earlier triumph and passion replaced by a cold, sick dread. The phone screen was a horror show, a gallery of her own shame. Clarissa’s own face, flushed and tear-streaked, filled one half of the livestream. The other half was a chaotic, moving collage of cock—thick, veiny, glistening with her spit and her sweat—pumping into her from every angle. The chat scrolled beside it, a relentless torrent of vulgar commentary.