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“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.

(WARNING) This work contains graphic, consensual non-vanilla sex including group sex (fivesome), choking, whipping, praise kink, and light dominance/submission. If any of these themes are triggering or upsetting to you, please do not read. No exceptions so please turn back now. To my sweet, filthy and smutty readers— the one who aches to be called a good girl while four strong hands claim every inch of you… This book is yours. Let them praise you, ruin you, and worship you exactly the way you crave.

Scenes of mating. Sienna gasps. "NO! GIVE ME THAT!" I turn it so she sees what page I’m on. It shows the male licking the female’s inner thigh. “This is your fantasy?” I ask. “They look like me. This male pleases her. You… like this?” Her face explodes red. “That’s not...it's just art! It’s fantasy smut! Don’t judge me!” I lower the book and stare at her. She is panting. Flustered. Beautiful.

I asked, "Oh, so what is it then?" Trust me, I read just one paragraph when she sent me those kinds of stuff and it was full of..okay, I don't wanna think about it. Yuck! Roshini's eyes lit up as she answered, "Smut. We called it smut." She seemed to be drooling over the idea of reading it again. I was a hundred percent sure that as soon as she reached the room, she was going to change, eat, and then she would start reading her smut... yeah, smuts till late at night.

She smiles when something works out for somebody else. She cries when a character dies she’s reading about, and she loves those sex books she calls smut. That’s why she had ordered a lot with Steph before she disappeared. “You know what? I have an idea,” I say and pull up something on my phone from when she ordered things through the app. I notice one of her favorite authors is there on the list, and I decide I know what to get her. I can’t help but smile. I think I will try to do it differently.

he looked around and laughed, “But enough of that, I want to hear about your writing. What are you working on at the moment?” I spluttered on the glass of water that I had just taken a drink from. Hmm, things always got awkward when I talked about my books. It was bad enough that I wrote about werewolves and vampires and stuff, but when I added in that the books were more than a little smutty, it would raise a few eyebrows. I certainly wasn’t sure that it was a good first impression that I wanted to give to someone who basically spent his days dealing with millions of pounds. “Oh, it’s a romance of sorts,” I said with a shrug and Dominic smiled.

Her back arched, pushing more of her tit into my mouth, and I could feel the tremor run through her body, her pussy clenching emptily against the sheets. "Damon, please," she gasped, her hands threading through my hair, nails scraping my scalp in a way that sent tingles straight to my cock. I continued lower, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver under my lips. Settling between her thighs, I spread her legs wide, exposing her glistening pussy—swollen lips parted, clit peeking out like a pink pearl, her hole weeping arousal that trickled down to her ass. The sight made my mouth water, and I dove in, my tongue dragging through her folds in a long, flat

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

“Open.” She obeyed, lips parting around him, her tongue tentative as she tasted salt and musk. He hissed, gripping her hair, guiding her slowly. Damien stripped off his shirt, muscles flexing. He lifted her skirt higher, stroking himself as he watched her take Cowin’s cock. “Beautiful little slut.” Rylan rose, kissing her thighs, whispering against her skin. “We’ll ruin you, but you’ll beg for more.” Cowin groaned as her mouth grew braver, sucking harder. Damien couldn’t wait—he knelt between her legs, pressing his cock against her entrance.

Patricia turned her head toward me, cum still dripping from her lips, and smiled weakly, her face dripping, and kissed me instant within an heartbeat slow and sloppy. We shared the last load between our tongues, moaning softly in the other's throat. I looked up at the men, cum dripping from my eyelashes. I smiled. “Feel better now, babe?” I laughed through the exhaustion, my voice hoarse as hell. “Yeah… I feel a lot better.” Outside, the gala was probably still going on. Damien was probably still shaking hands and smiling for pictures, completely clueless that his wife and her best friend had just been turned into cum-soaked, piss-drinking sluts by his biggest donors and rival.