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She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

At such a close distance, the scent of the four-eyed girl flowed into his nostrils, and it smelled good, but he did not know what the brand of the perfume was. Matthew was staring at her pretty face, and he suddenly felt that she would be drop-dead gorgeous if she did not wear spectacles, right? Her skin was silky-smooth and milky-white, her long lashes were long, and even her nose and mouth were so delicate which made him want to kiss her. Matthew was excited when he had such a courageous thought.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

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Disclaimer This work of fiction contains explicit sexual themes, mature language, and adult situations intended for readers aged 18 and above. All characters depicted are consenting adults, and the events portrayed are entirely fictional. This story includes sensitive subject matter involving religious settings and authority figures, which may be considered provocative or offensive by some readers. It is not intended to reflect or represent real individuals, institutions, or beliefs, but rather to explore fictional scenarios for entertainment purposes only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. •••

“I offered myself to you and you pushed me away. Why are you playing so hard to get, Jameson?” “Because I’m not Nelson,” I finally said, jaw clenched. “I don’t jump just because you spread your legs and offer your pussy. You want me to keep your secret? Then you’re going to have to work for it.” Katricia tilted her head, her smirk returning as she slowly spread her thighs on my bed, giving me a teasing glimpse of her pussy. Fuck, she's not wearing panties.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly. It seemed to have aggravated him, as his pheromones spread out dangerously, invaded my nostrils. It was thick, claiming, choking. The scent of musk, spring, and something else. Something claiming, dark. It settled on my chest, then spread to my entire body, wrapping around me. Nicholas came closer, those golden hues not leaving my figure. I could hear his breathing, the control, the danger. He lifted both my legs, then positioned himself above me. My pulsing sex was exposed before him, and the way he stared at it made my body tingle strangely with so many feelings.

Clothing stayed partially on, her gown bunched around her waist, breasts exposed to his hungry mouth, his suit still mostly buttoned except for the growing wet spot her pussy had left on his lap. Amara leaned down and kissed him hard, tongues sliding together as she kept rolling her hips. Roman’s fingers returned to her pussy, stroking her through the ruined lace, circling her clit with just enough pressure to keep her trembling on the edge. They stayed like that for the rest of the ride; grinding, touching, whispering filthy promises, mouths on necks and breasts, hands exploring but never fully giving in.

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.