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As she moved her legs, opening them wider, the smell of her lovejuices became more pungent. ‘Tell me about Lord Burnet,’ Karen gasped, hovering on the brink, desperate to come. ‘He’s a bastard to work for, I should imagine, if his behaviour elsewhere is anything to go by,’ Armina murmured dreamily, and now one of her hands crept down to her pubis. Her sex-lips pouted between her fingers, swollen and flushed, glistening with nectar. 'But there’s nothing more exciting than an arrogant bastard, providing he looks like Mallory. He’s hung like a stallion. His cock is a good nine inches long when he has a hard-on. Thick as a flag pole, and, boy, does he know how to use it!’

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

Happiness or shock? "Whoa! Where did they come from?" The lady scrolled down and read the whole ten comments which clearly hinted at some great fan, although the subscriptions of her ebook did not increase and those readers were old fans. ~ Whoa! This is so good. Though the protagonist seems feminine. ~ Author should give us a smut scene next. XOXO ~ The art is wonderful and breathtaking. ~ There must have been a great sex drive in next chapter. And so on… "Should I really type a smut scene next? Would it be appropriate to show the character as such?"

I said, "I'll show you." I got off the couch, went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the iPad. I'd long since surfed away from what I'd been reading, so I navigated to the front page of the site and handed it to my sister. Her eyes went wide. "Erotic literature?" "It sounds fancier than it is," I said, "It's just dirty stories. Word smut. But it works for me. I guess it kind of gives me the best of both worlds. The stories are hot, but they also engage my imagination. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have shown you this."

“My brother’s wife is creaming all over my cock like a desperate little slut.” Isabella’s legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. “Harder— fuck your brother’s wife harder— ruin me!” Seb pounded into her mercilessly, hips snapping forward like a machine. He reached between their sweat-slicked bodies and rubbed her clit roughly. Isabella came again with a broken scream, her walls spasming violently around his thick cock, squirting all over his abs and thighs.

Chapter 47 Esmeralda Russia was beautiful. I was yet to learn the language and I would. "Can we go the other side please, handsome please?" I begged Brian and he glared at me. "Just this side and we're fucking done here, si?" I nodded, and we walked to the other rack. It was a book rack. I grabbed a book and my eyes widened seeing what it was for. A smut book. "Didn't know you loved to read these." Brian said, a smile on his lips.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

“I already finished the book you lent me. Can I borrow more?” “Sure, do you want the same romance, or do you want it to be different? Like smut?” she asked, her grin was so wide I could practically see all her teeth. “Smut?” The word felt odd on my tongue, so I tilted my head, genuinely puzzled. Not only did she look absolutely thrilled, but it was the first time I’d ever heard that word. For most of my life, the only books I’d read were about history or science. Novels were still a new territory.

Zoe stood trembling against the bookshelf, cum leaking down her inner thighs from the stranger’s thick load. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, blouse half-open, tits heaving. The taste of his cum mixed with her own juices still lingered on her tongue. The man tucked his cock back into his pants and smirked at her ruined state. “You’re a mess, little librarian slut,” he murmured. “Cum dripping down your legs like a cheap whore. Anyone who walks by this aisle will know exactly what you just did.”

The words jumped off the page—raw, filthy, so unapologetically explicit. Oh gods, this isn't sweet romance. This is pure smut. Dirty, detailed, filthy smut. I should've closed it right then. Put it down. But my eyes kept scanning hungrily, my breath coming shorter and faster. Dorian's thrusts grew brutal and deep, claiming every inch of her possessively. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned loudly. "Milking my cock like you were made for it." Jean shattered around him suddenly, screaming his name as the pleasure crashed through her body hard.