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I wanted skin on skin. Noah reached down and grabbed the hem of my nightgown, ripping it upward until it was bunched up around my waist. Then, he hooked his fingers into the side of my soaked panties and ripped them right off my body. He tossed the ruined fabric to the floor, leaving me completely naked from the waist down, my pussy exposed and dripping. "You're so beautiful," he groaned, staring at my open folds. "Your pussy is just gaping for me. It's so red and wet."

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Rolled us spooning, cock staying in lazy thrusts, pain and pleasure humming. "Anytime means now, baby.. feel me own you slow?" He whispered dirty in ear: "Woke you fucking, now sleep with brother's cum inside. Tomorrow? More.... kitchen, pool, whenever. You're my forbidden slut." I moaned soft, wiggling against him, intoxicated still. He dropped wet kisses on shoulder, hand sliding to core, fingers circling clit gentle then rough. Buried fingers inside beside his softening cock, battling slow. "Ahhh... just like... don't stop fingering!" Screamed quiet. Saliva from his mouth on my neck, trailing down.

Do I need to tell him that I have not had another boy or man touch me, and he is the only man I have ever had? "Like a depravity. Fuck, Moh, do you have any idea how long I have wanted to break you open like this?" Then, he began to move. He didn't start slow. He withdrew until he was almost out, the friction of the withdrawal making me whimper, before slamming back into me with a rhythmic, brutal force. The bookshelf groaned behind us, the wood creaking with every thrust. I was a puppet in his hands, my body jolting with the impact of his weight.

My nails raked down his back, my body betraying me as I rocked against him while he tore my shorts aside and his fingers slipped between my wet folds and pressed on my already sensitive nub. I gasped, rocking against his fingers slowly. “Already wet for me,” he rasped, clearly satisfied at that revelation. I hated that he was right. Hated that my body was already his, whether I wanted it or not. But I wasn’t stopping. Not this time. “Ronan,” I breathed, fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck me.” He groaned like the words physically pained him, dragging his cock against my slick heat, teasing me and torturing me.

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She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Powering on my MacBook, I pulled up the folder I created for all my p**n clips. I didn't have any p**n videos because I didn't watch p**n. But the clips of my sex escapades, which are more than enough, serve as p**n for me. As the videos played, I began to stroke my length, my mind going back to the hot lady that has been the cause of my misery today. My eyes were half-lidded as I imagined her plump lips wrapped around my dick, sucking my member like her life depended on it.