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Loving it. The invasion was swift and brutal, stretching her already sore ring of muscle. A sharp cry was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. Full. So full. She was packed, a triple penetration that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind. Her body bowed off the bed, a silent scream of overwhelming ecstasy. “Look at that,” someone whistled. “All three holes stuffed. A perfect fucking gangbang slut.”

Scenes where she called him her husband and begged to be used. In her stories, he had a name. Caleb. She whispered it while touching herself under the covers, her thighs slick and trembling as her fingers moved in rhythm with the words she’d written. She told herself it was harmless. That lots of people fantasized. That it was better this way. Safer. He didn’t know. He’d never know. Until the night they crossed paths at the corner store. It was raining. Mira’s hoodie clung to her neck, and her flip-flops slapped wet against the tile floor of the tiny market. She grabbed a can of soup, a bottle of wine, and turned toward the register—and froze.

Their karmic desires of satiating themselves were effervescent and their lusty love was the escape only. Just like this hidden affair kept hidden from my boss and we fucked every day behind his back. ******** Author Comment: Dear Readers, Don't worry I'll continue and complete the "Seduced by Lust" series. I'm just stuck with the future storyline as we call it, "Writer Block". So till then enjoy my draft short stories.

I quickly read the introduction and judging by it, felt I was dead wrong about it. I began to get worried. Tiff took her turn, landed on another red card, drew a question about what was the worst sexual encounter she had experienced. She went on to mention a date she had been on, and how it led to sex in the back seat of a car. Nothing really memorable, I guess you had to be there. I rolled again and I drew a red card as well. Both ladies were overjoyed, but I got lucky and the question was to discuss how many sexual partners you had in your lifetime. Mine was easy, Susan was my first, my high school sweetheart, and then Jen. I told the story quickly, but dishonestly as I held back my relati

I had never clicked on anything like two men against one woman, or two women against one man. See, my husband and I had been together since forever, and I can confidently tell you neither of us had ever cheated. We were in love, and honestly, he was the best partner ever. So silly things like threesomes never even crossed our minds. With how jealous he could get, he would be absolutely heartbroken if I ever even mentioned something like that. “Hello, sweetheart.” I actually jumped and looked toward the bedroom door. Despite the voice being female, I still instantly panicked that my husband had somehow returned and caught me. I relaxed when I realized the voice was coming from the computer sp

My room fucking looked like a paradise whenever the lights were on. Apart from one major socket; that was the only white light I had in the room. Sophia turned that on immediately, and she realized what we were doing. “What are you guys doing?” she asked, seeming to be too shocked to speak. She walked towards Treasure. The latter had dropped the dildo on the couch while Sophia grabbed her by her shirt. “You are cheating again.” My mind grabbed that like glue. What did she mean by Treasure was cheating again? Were these two dating under my nose, and I had no fucking idea?

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I raised my brows, already liking their conversation until I heard my name. “Trust me, it's not gonna be difficult.” Cole simply said. “Fucking Cynthia will be so easy for me.” I froze and the world around me seemed to narrow into a sharp ringing sound. “What?” another friend barked out laughing. “No way. Cynthia? Dude, she barely even looks at anybody.” “That’s exactly why it’ll work,” Cole replied smoothly. “She acts cold, emotionally unavailable, whatever. But girls like that always crack eventually.” My stomach twisted and I should’ve walked away Instead, I stayed hidden near the staircase like an idiot. “So what’s the bet again?” Jake asked.

In the expanse of Allah's prayer rug who became a friend, crying, complaining and being grateful And in the ink strokes, and in the memories of all the people I will know later, will be written a story. about my life, Sintia Budiyanti Continued to the next Sintia The Series story and novel series 1. Sintia Yang Terbuang Cinta 2. My Friends and Love Story 3. Lentera 4. Sofia Bandung 1952 Thank you, Nyi Mas Ratu Intan

She was so close—dangerously close—her pussy fluttering around his fingers, juices coating his hand—when he suddenly withdrew, leaving her empty and throbbing. Kane lifted his fingers to his lips under the pretense of sipping wine and licked them clean, eyes locked on hers with dark satisfaction. Lila whimpered softly in frustration, her clit pulsing angrily. From across the room, Sarah watched them like a hawk, her eyes narrowed with burning suspicion and jealousy. The tension was electric. Later, under the excuse of showing Lila a rare first-edition book in the department library, Kane pulled her into the dimly lit hallway. The moment they slipped into an empty classroom, he slammed the do