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He could not believe what was taking place. His enjoyment brought a smile on Martha’s face and Fred felt his dick ready to burst through his pants. “I know that you have a foot fetish,” revealed Martha. “I saw you licking my soiled flats earlier in the office,” she added. “Really?” he asked with q deep blush. “Martha, I am sorry, I will not repeat it,” he said. “Do not tell mom, please,” he added. “Do not worry, my lips are sealed,” she replied.

BEFORE READING: This book contains 98% explicit sexual content and is intended for a mature audience seeking hot, steamy, raw, and uncensored MM fiction. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, events, actions, businesses, and incidents depicted in this story are entirely imaginary and do not reflect the experiences, beliefs, or actions of the author. Any resemblance to real persons, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in this book are 18 years or older, and all sexual encounters are fully consensual.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

His fingers thrust deeper, faster, the wet, obscene sounds of my arousal echoing softly in the quiet kitchen. “Please… they’re upstairs. My parents… Noah… anyone could come down any second.” He chuckled darkly, pressing his hard body tighter against mine, pinning me to the sink. “Then you better be quiet, princess. Unless you want them to see what a desperate little slut you are for the guy you claim to hate.” His thumb found my clit and rubbed it in tight, filthy circles while his fingers kept fucking me. I bit my lip hard, but a loud moan still escaped.

“Push another finger in. Good. Now rub your clit while you fuck yourself on them. Faster. I want to hear how wet you are.” I obeyed every order, filming more videos and sending to him… By the end I was shaking like a leaf from all the pleasures, my sheets were soaked under me, a video of his thick cock still open on my screen as I came a second time with his voice ringing in my ears. Next day: I walked into the kitchen the following afternoon for water and stopped dead in my track. Ethan’s phone sat unlocked on the counter.. SecretHeat was open. The username at the top of the active chat was unmistakable.

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

She leaned down, her small, hard breasts brushing his chest, and kissed him with a fierce, controlled intensity that was the complete opposite of Marcella’s devouring heat. Marcella knelt beside them, her hands roaming. She cupped Connor’s balls, rolling the heavy weight of them in her palm, and he bucked beneath Odessa, a ragged curse torn from his throat. “So responsive,” Marcella purred. She trailed her fingers up the length of his shaft, tracing the thick vein underneath, her touch feather-light and maddening.

His lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking a mark right below my ear. “No one has to know,,” he whispered into my ear, his voice a low, vibrating sin. “Just a secret. Just once. I’m so hard for you right now, I can barely breathe.” He traced his tongue up to my earlobe, licking it slowly. I shivered, my head falling back. “Eva doesn’t have a single sex bone in her body,” he muttered, his hands sliding down to my waist. “She’s all career and wedding plans. She doesn’t look at me the way you do. She doesn’t make me feel like this.”

“This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.” “Yes… fuck me harder,” she moaned. Her breasts pressed against the desk through her shirt. Her nipples were rock hard and sensitive. Professor Kane reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he pounded into her. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another orgasm quickly. Her legs shook harder. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room.

Downtown Kansas City at 10:30 on a cold night. Tall buildings, wet pavement reflecting the stoplights, a sharp breeze pushing you along empty sidewalks. Up ahead, Club Eros—neon outline of a naked woman shaking her hips. The booth guy looks and smells like he hasn’t showered in days, bloodshot eyes, puffy bags. Ten bucks. Black smiley-face stamp on your hand. “Enjoy the show.”