Novel & Cerita Pánfilo

It was him. The man I had just been accused of murdering in cold blood. The man whom I've been forced to consume poison because of. Or, had I seen a ghost? Why was my supposedly dead husband standing in the midst of those people, smirking in accomplishment. As the venom of the poison spread through my body and like I was going to rip apart because of the pain, I gave in to the paralysis that rushed me and then closed my eyes shut, tears finding their way out of my closed eyes regardless. “P…please, G… God,” I mumbled with the final breath in me. ~~~ And, suddenly, my eyes were opened, and I was standing in front of him. And he was smiling widely at me, asking what I thought of the wedding dress. But, this was weird because this was from three years ago. Then, my eyes dropped on the calendar. Was I hallucinating? I… I have been reborn?!

Three women. And maybe more... Three stories. And more... All soaked in desire that doesn't care about rules, vows, or shame. These aren't tales of love-they're confessions of raw, hungry need. Lust that makes your cünt throb, your cöck twitch, your breath catch. Pages moist with sweat, wet with cūm, dripping with sin. Fingers, lips, tongues, hands-everything presses, slides, and fūcks in ways that make your pulse race. You'll read about pūssies dripping, cöcks hard and throbbing, mouths gagging and sūcking, āss cheeks spread, tongues sliding inside folds, fingers plunging deep. Every page pulses with heat, with mōans you can feel, with bodies colliding and fücking without mercy. Inside, nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. A married woman spreads wide for her forbidden lover. A professor trembles as her student takes her mouth. A stranger is bound and worshiped, every inch of her body devoured. And that's just the beginning. Every filthy craving, every desperate mōan, every secret you've never dared whisper-it's here. Women devour women. Men ravage men. Lovers cross every line they shouldn't. So go on. Pretend your fingers aren't twitching to turn the page. Pretend your thighs aren't already wet. Pretend your cöck isn't straining. But once you give in... once your eyes slide across the first word... you'll feel it- the slow, dirty pull between your thighs, the rush of want crawling through you, your body answering before your mind does. And from that moment- you don't just read it. You become it. Your püssy, your cöck, your jūices, your mōans, your filthy, trembling need-all mine to claim, to taste, to drive wild. So tell me-would you be mine? Would you dare turn these cūm-stained pages?

Her name is Bunny Wild, at least that is what she is called in her videos. Alexis, as she is known to her close friends, is one of the main females within the p*rn company. She's no stranger to getting paid for having her acts filmed, however, when a high profile billionaire calls her boss and offers forty thousand to have Alexis for an hour and he film it himself, Alexis, is shocked, as it steps away from her usual work, no one requests the actors. This changes what she does, from prostitution, but her boss insists she goes to the man's place and follows his orders as she would at a regular shoot. Eros Pierce, the billionaire, has watched Alexis at work many times and has one fantasy that he believes she and only she can accomplish. Only he finds out her boss wasn't even giving Alexis 10% of what he was paying, and tries to cut out the middle man.

"Come for me," he commanded between licks, his voice muffled against her flesh. "I want to taste you when you fall apart. I want to feel this tight little p*ssy squeeze my fingers when you scream my name." ---- As Marceline's marriage began to crumble under Rafael Gray’s infidelity, betrayal quickly turned to violence when she tried to leave. Every escape attempt only brought more fear, more bruises, and hopelessness. Hope seemed lost… until she met Alexzandrei Constantine. A dangerous man, a shadow she never saw coming. Just a mere whiff of her scent and his mind ignited. Obsession took hold, and he knew there was only one thing he must do and that was to claim her, no matter the cost. Will she end up choosing her groveling husband? Or yield to the forbidden allure of a madman whose devotion is as consuming as it is dangerous?

3 years after Brooklyn suffers a huge heartbreak and betrayal from her ex lover,billionaire brian kamryn, everything seemed to be on track. She's focusing on her little bakery, and her best friend,Tegan who had been there for her through all the struggles. Everything seemed to be going smoothly,until billionaire Brian kamryn sees her at an event. All the emotions he had for her came rushing back and he swore to get her back. Dr. James is a medical doctor,who never really had time for women, he was one to focus his all on his job. But that all changed when he walked into a little bakery one morning. He sees her,and he wants her, will he get her? Torn between three men, she would have to choose. Three men, one pâtisserie. One is obsessed, guess who? Did her choice push him to be obsessed? Or was she just too sweet to let go?

Warning!!! extremely erotica flee if you don’t read something streamy, rated 18+ “You’re mine and mine alone do you understand?” he growled in her neck, his fingers buried deep in her wet p*ssy. Her breath caught in her throat as he made her feel like her skin had come to life, she was burning with need, crying for him, craving for him to fill her up. “Answer me!” he ordered then she nodded squinting her eyes shut as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, she cried in pleasure her lips quivered as she whimpered, “I’m yours Asher” Selene had lost her parents after an attack that turned her from a rich girl to a poor orphan. Read this steamy hot novel to find out how her life changed drastically when she encountered Alpha Asher and his jealous twin brother Axel.

Warning~ This book contains mature content. ... Death bringer was what people call him. The savage and barbaric Alpha. Leon who is a pure-blooded wolf, a royalty emerged from his hometown in search of his mate. However, his plans went down the drain when he encounters an empath – his worst enemy. ... Adina always believed werewolves were ferocious and vicious beings. Fate proved her right when she met Alpha Leon, a brute Alpha who will not let her go. What happens when he uses her very own abilities against her? * “Do you know what smells better than fear?” the alpha suddenly asked. “What...?” she squeaked having no idea what he means. “Lust. The smell of your arousal.” he spat the words irritatedly, “my c*ck hungers for your p*ssy so I won't be killing you anymore. I'm going to brand you now as my slave.”

Lyra's life was simple and predictable. As a beta, her duty was to serve the werewolf alphas - and that's all she ever knew. But when she starts to feel a forbidden attraction to her alphas, everything she thought she knew about herself and her world is turned upside down. But with their 21st birthday - and the day they'll meet their fated mate - fast approaching, she has to decide whether to give in to her forbidden desires, or risk losing everything she's ever known. Extract…….. “This is totally unrelated but… fuck, you look so hot when yelling at us!”. Ezra murmured, his eyes filled with lust. “I bet she’d look hotter, when bent over those desks!”. Silas smirks, licking his lips. “I disagree, I think she would look the hottest on those desk, her legs spread out wide while I eat her p*ssy hard like my life depends on it!”. Zayn growls lightly. Warning ⚠️ ⚠️⚠️: This is an erotic reverse harem with plot develop along the way.

Warnings ⚠️ Contains strong mature content. **** “I'm sorry, master,” Star shivered as the vampire slipped his finger into her wet slippery p*ssy. “It's late for this. You broke a law, princess. It's time to receive your punishment.” He inserted another finger into her wet pink virgin hole. “Ahh.” The princess cried out when he added yet another finger. “Please, stop—” “Take it, whore. This is your punishment.” He joined the fourth finger to the ones already inserted. **** Who would have thought going on a hunt will bring these many problems for the young princess? Headstrong and arrogant, the young Princess was always ready to cause trouble. A headache to her father, and her mother's pride. She thought the world was hers to do as she pleases. But that was until she stepped foot into the forbidden castle, unknowingly awakening a vampire Lord who was determined to make the feisty Princess, his pet. What happens when miss arrogant meets an arrogant master? Read to find out! Note: This book contains strong mature content.

My father died of esophageal cancer. For the final two years of his life, he could barely swallow anything. By the time he passed, he was nothing but skin and bones. The first New Year after his death, he came to my mother in a dream. "I'm starving," he said. "I just want to taste the thick-cut steak you used to make." My mother believed it without question. That very day, she pan-seared a large platter of steak and carried it to his grave. The next morning, she suffered a sudden heart attack and died on the spot. Devastated, I handled my mother's funeral together with my husband. That same night, my husband dreamed of my father as well. "Chester," he said, "I haven't eaten in so long. I want your pâté, served with some strong liquor." When my husband woke up, he bought the finest liver pâté, opened a bottle of single-malt whiskey, and went straight to the grave. However, not long after returning home, he collapsed from acute liver failure. He was rushed to the ICU and died three days later. I was on the brink of collapse myself. I left my daughter in the care of a close friend while I tried to handle the endless wave of tragedy. That evening, my daughter never came home from school. I searched everywhere, and finally, on the road to the cemetery, I found her. She was clutching a bowl of spicy stew, several grilled sausages floating in the broth. "Mom," she said, "Grandpa and I used to eat this all the time. I dreamed he said he was hungry." I finally lost it. I knocked the bowl from her hands and carried her home. That night, my father appeared in my dream once more. "I suffered so much while alive," he said. "Have some pity on me. "New Year's is coming. I want to come home for a meal. Make sure you cook fish." I woke in terror. Holding my daughter, I sat before the three framed portraits for two full days without eating or drinking. On New Year's morning, I realized she was no longer breathing. Clutched tightly in her hand was a packet of spicy dried salmon. I could not believe it. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my mother, her eyes red with worry, said she was going out to buy steak.