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I sipped wine, thighs slick under the table, clit a constant throb. Evening wound down; baths called after the day's sweat. Manor's en-suites were pure luxury—clawfoot tubs big as beds, brass taps spewing steaming water scented with lavender oil. I ran it deep, bubbles foaming thick, stripping slow in front of the full-length mirror. Crop top peeled off, tits bouncing free—heavy, pale orbs with rosy areolas, nipples stiff peaks from arousal. Skirt dropped, thong last: peeled from soaked lips, string coated in creamy slick. Stepped in naked, shaved pussy gleaming—lips plump and pink, clit hooded but peeking, inner folds glistening. Sighed as heat enveloped me to my neck, bubbles parting aroun

When he pressed against my back, I felt something cool and smooth against my inner thigh, the spine of a book. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” he said softly, voice dripping with dark amusement. “One of my favorites for nights like this.” He dragged the edge of the closed book slowly along my soaked pussy, the leather teasing my swollen clit. I whimpered, pushing back, but he held me still. “Patience,” he chided. “We’re going to use literature properly tonight.” He set the book aside and replaced it with his cock, rubbing the thick head through my folds, mixing our juices. Then he thrust in deep from behind, making the ladder shake slightly.

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

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I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

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I wiped the last of the cum off my cock as I clicked on the box to open our private chat room. I couldn’t type fast enough to tell him how much his stories had turned me on. After I told him I had stroked myself to three climaxes in an hour and a half—more than I had ever been able to do before—he asked me if I would like to experiment with some online sex and masturbate together. I asked him if he was sure that no one else could read what we were doing, and he assured me that in the private chat room no one would mind—it happened all the time.

It was pure pleasure. I pushed the door open a crack and froze. There she was, naked on our bed, legs spread wide, while her best friend Lisa was on top of her. Lisa had this thick purple dildo strapped around her hips, and she was driving it deep into Sarah's pussy with steady, hard thrusts. Sarah's hands were gripping the sheets, her back arching up every time Lisa pushed in. "Fuck, Lisa, right there," Sarah moaned, her voice all breathy and desperate. "Don't stop, please, it feels so fucking good."

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