Novel & Cerita Older Men Younger Women Books

PREFACE Welcome to the dark and delicious world of Plunge In Deep, Daddy. Please note that this is not a sweet love story. This is raw, filthy, and unapologetically dirty. Expect intense Daddy kink, rough claiming, possessive obsession, breeding, and steamy scenes that will leave you breathless. Our heroines don't just fall for the older men but they get completely owned by them, body and soul. If you’re looking for soft romance, this isn’t the book for you but if you crave dark passion, wicked pleasure, and a man who takes what he wants without apology… then dive in deep, baby.

"The writer who wrote this book is anonymous, her pseudonym is Madame Louis. The cover, based on a recipe book, is discreet and is a hit with women!" "While the husbands think their wives are studying to cook something, they are actually falling in love with Diego," Andrea said. I remembered the first time I read the "Silk Ladies" series. I was in college and my roommate suggested I read "The Women," and since then I fell in love with that erotic book. I've been following the series ever since. "Wow," Lorenzo murmured after a while. "Is that all?" "Yes Lorenzo, normal sex is simple and if done right it will become even more pleasurable. You can even innovate by lightly introducing your sadom

“Why would you want an old guy like me?” Jessica giggled quietly, her hand still cupping the crotch of Allan’s pants. She moved her fingers in slow circles, tracing the lines of his thick, hard cock. “Guys my age have no idea how to please a woman,” she whispered, taking a step back. She pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, deliberately allowing her big breasts to bounce and jiggle as she flung the shirt on the bed. “I need someone with experience.” Jessica’s eyes twinkled as she stood in front of the older man, her young body filled with desire.

“What if I get lucky?” I couldn’t help but laugh. Fuck. Toshiro will always be Toshiro. “Alright. But be careful where you put your dick. I don’t want you catching some disease” He snorted. “Like that can ever happen. I’m extremely careful” “Whatever. What do you see in older women anyway?” “They are more experienced” he replied. “Besides, they’re not clingy like high school or college girls. Most of them are either lonely or frustrated because their husbands don’t satisfy them and some just want a handsome guy to warm their bed”

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

Lynn remarked, as she stretched out on the lounge chair for some sun. "I'm working it out. I think I should be out of the doghouse pretty soon." Heather said, drying herself off before laying out. "That would be pretty amazing. How's that possible?" Lynn asked, curiosity getting the better of her. "The old fart has a thing for spanking schoolgirls. You should see the stuff he looks at on his computer." That got Lynn's full attention. "You're shitting me!" "Not a bit. What's with these dirty old men? Can you believe it? Both our fathers. Is it some kind of suburbia epidemic?" Heather laughed.

A few would just mumble some words I cannot hear but would eventually continue with their own lives. Scanning the bookstore, I noticed that only a few customers were present. Most of them were probably in their retirement age, looking for something to spend their time with. I looked for books about enhancing physical abilities and even strategies for war. I bought all of the ones I found interesting and useful. I hope these books will somehow help me.

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All I could do was reach around and feel her tits. Val started to suck my cock. So now Val was blowing me, I was feeling Linda's big tits, kneading Gail's firm butt, and fondling Kathy's tits, while Gail and Kathy humped my leg. Between kisses, I looked at Gail's and Kathy's and Linda's faces. Their hair was messed up. I could see some gray at the roots. Their make-up was smeared. I could see some creases in their skin. I had this brief realization that these weren't girls my age I was kissing and "loving." They had some stretch marks, a little sag here and there, and even a little scar or two. They were middle-aged women who'd lived over twice as long as I had, were adult women before I was

"You know it's not nonsense," I sang, going around the bed. "I'm sure that all humans, especially the older ones, must have heard the story of the queen of hell someday. The woman who could live a thousand lives in one. What makes you discredit that you are in front of this woman now?” The old man trembled from head to toe, and a strong odor of urine rose to my nose. Even without any dignity, he kept holding the book firmly against his arms crossed. I would die protecting the book, but I would never give it to me without a fight.