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The filthy reminder made her shiver with fresh arousal. “Next time,” she whispered, lips brushing his ear, “we try the rare books room. It locks from the inside.”

The risk of Richard returning at any second sent electric thrills racing through me. Jax laughed darkly, hips snapping forward harder. “Say it. Tell me how much you love it.” I pulled back just enough to gasp, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his glistening cock. “I love it,” I whispered hoarsely, voice wrecked. “I love sucking your big cock in my husband’s bedroom… more than I’ve ever loved anything he’s done to me.”

Maria sat up and ground herself against Janet, making her intentions known as if they weren't loud enough. Then, she stared Janet right in the eyes and tugged her shirt over her head, her breasts bouncing out of it. What in the lesbian fuck? Janet's gaze followed her fingers as they trailed down her body and brushed against her soft cleavage. Janet placed Maria's hands on her hips, slowly trailing them up to her waist to her lacy black bra. Good gracious heavens. A rush of pleasure rushed through Janet and she closed her eyes. Fuck. Maria placed her forearms on either side of Janet's head and leaned closer to her, pressing her t**s against Janet's.

She tossed the phone onto the bed, her chest tightening. “Fuck. I hate you, Julian,” she groaned. Julian had been her first love, her first kiss, her first everything—except sex. They had fought about it repeatedly, always patching things up somehow. This time, he had ended it for good. And Jess, the same friend who constantly urged her to wait until marriage, had betrayed her in the worst way.

She could barely complete her sentences. He propped himself back up and leaned over her. She felt as if his eyes held her captive. She realized they could never truly speak those words to anyone but each other. They felt like rare, special words only for them to ever say, and she was breathless over the realization of how deeply she meant them. He leaned in and kissed her. He kissed her as if he needed her mouth to live. His lips and tongue held the strong flavor of her pussy. It made her dizzy to taste herself in his hot mouth. His engorged cock bobbed between their sweating bodies.

I grip Lucas' wrist to steady his hands and to make his fingers go deeper inside me. "Good things come to those who wait, my love," he says. And fuck, I really want—no need to come. I yelped and sat straighter in the tub so quickly that a huge splash of coconut-scented water splats on the floor as Lucas inserts another finger. I feel so full. Nothing's stopping him this time. He fucks me with his fingers mercilessly. The sound of my wetness and of his knuckles colliding with my inner thigh against the water envelopes the room. Lucas grips my hair by my name and pulls me back, exposing my pale neck and my breasts. He sucks the skin there and I object.

With every passing day, Lily and Emily's bond grew stronger, nurturing a love that would withstand the test of time. Lily and Emily's love story left an indelible mark on the world. Their unwavering belief in themselves and each other ignited a revolution of self-acceptance and love. Their legacy extended far beyond their own lives, as the ripples of their love continued to spread, touching the hearts of countless individuals. Their story became a bestselling book, capturing the hearts of readers around the globe. It inspired movies, art, and even a musical that celebrated the beauty of self-acceptance and the transformative power of love.