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Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Katelyn did not act uncomfortable in any way as she had after the hot tub incident, and this raised Hayley's hopes considerably. Her question as to what Katelyn was thinking was answered that afternoon when she went to look for Katelyn during naptime. They couldn't go in the hot tub, unfortunately as the pool service had come that morning and had added chemicals to both the pool and hot tub. She went to Katelyn's bedroom to tell her she would be able to help the next morning, even though technically Friday was her day off. Katelyn was not in the room, but the door was open, and Hayley had strolled in. A computer on the brunette's desk caught her attention, and she walked over to it. Hayley's

∞∞∞ The End THE END OF WILD PLEASURE❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel! If you enjoyed this erotic journey, don’t miss my next book, LOST IN LUST. It's a novella filled with more blissful, steamy tales. Sit back, relax, and dive in. THANK YOU AGAIN! ️

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

the unfamiliar voice whispered. My eyes closed, and my body drifted into a dreamless sleep. * * * Hey everyone, So, I just started a Ream subscription. Wait, don't groan yet, lol. You don't have to pay for all the chapters you've already read here on Goodnovel, they become accessible as soon as you subscribe. In fact, you'll get to stay ahead by one week's worth of chapters. If you're wondering how Malik reacted to Beth's presence the first time they met at that store, I gotchu. You'll also get to read that by subscribing. Subscribing gives you access to this and many other stories. Plus, it will make this author happy.

I myself, by this time, was rock hard. I have a very active libido, and if I'm not in a relationship, I often have to look after myself at night. I hate pornography. I find it crude, unerotic, and frankly a turn-off, but I do love reading erotic stories, especially written by women. I think this has made me a better lover as I understand what many women love most.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”