Libro Del Kamasutra Novels & Stories

I need the burn, the fullness, the feeling of being split open like he wanted me. My phone is propped against a pillow. The screenshot of his photo from his I*******m story two weeks ago stares back at me. Nathan fresh from the ocean, hair dripping, abs glistening like an ethereal, black shorts clinging like a second skin. Nathan. The only one i wanted. The outline of his cock is crazy. Thick and heavy, curved slightly to the left, the head clearly defined through the wet fabric. It was perfect. I’ve zoomed in so far the pixels are grainy, but I can still see every ridge. I can only imagine the thick veins that could be staring back at me.

No big surprise, the best and best "go West. When all of these vile beings have been lost to time, will they return as the souls of a new race? I trust in God... These French ladies partake in their crepe shroud, their high-obeyed shoes, and their short dark skirts; even a cousin is close to enough for the features of misfortune. — Could any of us, at any point, feel trouble now? I think not. Yet again, Maurice has his purposes. Were I a man, I ought to disdain Maurice. He is such a great animal, such a giver. holder of one of the extremely rich—and devoted as well. Does he not pander to my every extravagant desire and acquire me whatever I immediately want? What a difference a complete murd

NIVEA My generous curves seemed to captivate him completely. I watched his lips part and engorge, his cheeks flushing with lust. The way he stared at me—like I was Nefertiti, the goddess of love—made my pussy throb powerfully. A warm, traitorous wave of arousal flooded through my core. He drew in a sharp breath through his mouth and bit his lower lip hard.

He worked me open with dirty, precise strokes, thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit until my thighs started to tremble. “Daniel—please—” “Please what?” He pulled his fingers out, shiny in the low light, and shoved the waistband of his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, the head already flushed and wet. It looked even bigger up close, the kind of cock that would stretch me until it hurt in the best way. Veined. Long enough that I knew it would hit places no one else ever had. He wrapped a fist around it and dragged the head through my folds, coating himself in me. “You want this?”

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

My lips parted when I spotted Leo beside the hole Lander was ramming into. My breath caught in my throat. “Wanna try double penetration in one hole?” Lander asked. My eyes widened. His hand pinned my leg steady while he hammered my cunt with sharp strokes. My body swayed like a leaf in the storm. “No pl... pleaseee,” I gasped while kneading my boobs. I had never taken two cocks in my pussy. Even though I craved the experience, my body still trembled like a bowstring at the mere idea. “Shut up slut!” Leo smacked my boobs.

The fantasy made me so wet I was almost certain I would leave a mark on the chair. After dinner Jack suggested drinks on the back patio. I excused myself to the kitchen under the pretense of getting water. The moment I was alone I pressed my back against the counter and slipped one hand under my dress. I was soaked. My fingers slid easily through the wetness. I rubbed my clit in tight circles and bit my lip hard to stay quiet, imagining it was Richard’s hand instead of mine. Imagining him behind me, chest pressed to my back, two fingers pumping into me while he told me what a filthy girl I was for getting this wet over him. I pulled my hand away before I could come. Not yet. Not while he was

I was too weak to stand, leaving me vulnerable to his ministrations. He kept licking and sucking, totally ignoring all of my complaints and cries and worshiping my body. Releasing my hands, he grasped my legs, steadying me against the wall to maintain a grip on them. Guessing, he was offering support. As he ventured into my opening, his tongue choreographed a sensual ballet, sliding…up and down. He swirled it and folded it, using it to probe me. I only got wetter, flowing like a river, in the midst of his saliva.

I was going to find out for myself all about the different ways I would be able to please my mate. I was so engrossed in the book of Kama Sutra that I barely heard the soft click of my door. I only registered that I was no longer alone when a shadow fell across the pages of the book. I looked up, a grin on my face, expecting to see Duke. I had nothing to be ashamed of. Surely he would appreciate my efforts? I didn't even care that I was still sat here in my bra and panties. Despite what he said, I had planned on letting him see this over and over again, as well as the curves underneath so many times over the next few years. The smile fell from my face as I locked eyes with the man stood in f

He let out a low, animalistic roar, his body stiffening as he spilled himself deep inside me, his warm seed blooming against my cervix in heavy, rhythmic pulses. He kept me pinned there for a long time, his chest heaving, his face buried in my hair. We were both covered in sweat, the cool air of the library chilling the moisture on our skin. Slowly, the world stopped spinning. The silence of the manor returned, heavy and judging.