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In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

ARC 27: VELVET CUFFS TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit taboo erotica, public risk, under-table foot play, bathroom sex, rough oral, forced deepthroating, degradation, CNC elements and graphic sexual content.. Mature readers only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark fiction ------- Kailani's pov Sarah's hands digs into my side for the hundredth time this evening trying to get my attention But I can’t tear my eyes off the corner where Red is practically fucking that girl in front of everyone.

He seemed to get the idea and sank his fingers as deep as he could get… spreading her labia, stroking her clit with the other hand. “You nerdy slut,” he whispered, his voice low, intoxicating. “Ride my fingers,” he said. “I won’t,” she said, trembling. “I don’t want this.” But as he tried to pull his fingers away, she shamelessly moved her hips to match him, desperate for friction… craving every inch. His hands moved faster now, when he added a third finger she was so wet that it felt right, fingers perfectly angled, teasing her G-spot. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, breathless. “Like a fountain.”

My hand m‍ove​d on its o​wn, fingers slipping u‌nder the damp‍ fabric, finding my clit, pressing‍ hard, circli‌ng once, twice, matching his pace. Anna droppe⁠d to her knees be​side them, silent‌ and grace‌ful, sliding one hand up Greta’⁠s trem⁠bli​n‍g thigh, c‍upping a breast, pinching the n‍ipple until Gret‌a his‌se⁠d.

Grabbing my pen, I start to scribble on my diary again. "He looked at me! He fucking looked at me and I am so wet already! Gosh! I just want him to dig his fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me to tears. I don't care that he's a shady man with a mysterious life, I just want to be fucked by him! Imagine what it would feel like to be naked under him, and to have those lips around my nipples, and then have his fingers stroking my clit until I can't breathe anymore." I don't realize that I am squeezing my thighs together as my scribbling turns into vivid images in my head.

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

“My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.” Jessica and Claire watched him, lips parted, hands lazily touching each other’s bodies as they waited. With a deep, guttural groan, Charlie’s orgasm hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, raining down on them. He painted Jessica’s full breasts and face first, then shifted to cover Claire’s tits and open mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum splashed across their bodies...on their stomachs, necks, cheeks, and tongues. Both women moaned softly, arching slightly to receive every drop as he emptied his balls completely over them.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust. Lena watched with dark eyes, one hand slipping between her own thighs. “You look so good taking two cocks,” Lena said breathlessly. “Such a naughty bride.” Emma could only moan in response. Rico reached around and rubbed her clit while Jax sucked hard on her nipples. The pleasure slammed into her like a storm. She came again, harder than before, screaming as her body shook violently between the two men. Jax groaned beneath her. “I’m close.” “Fill her up,” Rico encouraged, pounding her ass faster.