Novel & Cerita Reading Pleasure

That kind of thing. But what I feel right now. Ultimate pleasure I don't ever expect it feels like. I thought of my foster father. Of the disgust. Of the fear. This wasn’t like that. Not even close. If this is what pleasure is supposed to feel like, then screw all the shame. Screw the guilt. Screw anyone who tried to steal this from me before. For the first time in my life, I wanted to live inside this feeling. Not for him. But for me. ---

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Thea wailed helplessly, her expression utterly wrecked, cheeks burning crimson, features contorted in overwhelming pleasure Her breasts were yanked and dragged in a chaotic tug-of-war, palms clashing in their greed to seize and squeeze. Through hazy, lust-fogged eyes, she gazed down at the man below, his tongue swirling languidly around her navel, fingers kneading and playing with the gentle folds of her stomach. They ravaged her in every way imaginable, but nothing compared to the cock filling her and she reveled in it, the sensation pure, intoxicating bliss.

She wanted to record each tiny moment so that when her memory inevitably faded with time, she could reread her own words and relive everything as vividly as if it had happened only yesterday. Once she finished writing, she changed into her pajamas and lay down on the bed, waiting patiently for Lysander to come upstairs. After staring at the second hand of the clock circle around five times, she realized that doing nothing would only make the waiting feel longer. So she got up and searched for a book to occupy herself. Her fingers landed on a classic—Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. It was one of her favorites. She carried it back to the bed, opened it, and soon became completely absorbed

" He says and I scan through the documents. He is right. There is actually nothing much I need to do here except all the naughty erotic deeds listed here making me blush stupid. I can't believe I am actually going to be doing all these. Hardcore sex, blowjob, the trapped method...... Gosh. I don't think I can keep reading. But I am relieved when the end line of the document says that everything will be solely based for my own pleasure. I frown. My own pleasure? Now that is so confusing as fuck. Didn't he say he is a sex addict and needs a slave to satisfy his own pleasure? I frown and put the paper down a little peering at him as he looks out the window fiddling with the sleeve of his suit.

Sophie moaned as Jamie continues ramming into her most sensitive area in her treasure curve, she felt overwhelmed and pleasured, she felt filled and satisfied as if it was what she had been missing for days now, she felt good, her body shivering and shaking from pleasure. She sometimes squirmed and moaned from the pleasure, she sometimes tried squeezing her cunt whilst squirting more cums as Jamie kept on ramming into her not minding what she want to do, he was also feeling good, so good and unconditional happy for no reason, he knew from the first time he tasted Sophie that he would find other girls not attractive anymore, he knew that he would never get aroused by them.

This was suppose to be rape , he wanted her to feel so much pain not this pleasure that was driving him crazy, he look at her beautiful face, her eyes was close to show she was really in the mood. A sudden wave of pleasure hit mightily at her, this time, more powerful than she thought . Her body stiffened, her breath quivered and her heart gave a mighty leap as the climax shot at her. She twirled and grasped the sheets beside her " Grayson!" She cried out weakly, shaking violently with pleasure. When it finally came to an end, she laid back breathing heavily. "No wonder people engage in the act " she thought ,with much pleasure which drive her crazy and make her. Crave more of him

The kind you read under the covers with a little smirk on your face. Yes, darling. That kind. You’ve just stepped into a world of heat, hunger, and heart-pounding unapologetic pleasure. Each story in this collection is designed to do one thing. To set your senses on fire. And maybe, just maybe, get you in the mood to do something about it. Wink, wink! Now, before we go any further, let’s address the elephant in the room. Plot? Pfft. Listen.

As she was only wearing lingerie, Julianne instinctively pressed herself closer to the shelf. I tried to suppress the surge of desire rising inside me, yet my hand moved almost on its own as I unclasped her bra. "Ah!" She let out a soft cry and looked at me nervously as she whispered, "Don't… I'm scared." I leaned closer. "Did that feel good? Be honest." She stayed silent for a long moment before finally answering in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "It did." She shut her eyes as she said it, and tears slid down her cheeks. "It did feel good. Are you happy now? I'm a slut. You played me like a fiddle, and I actually liked it…"

He reached down and rubbed her clit hard while thrusting, pushing her closer to the edge. Ah… fuck… I’m… argh!” she moaned, her body shaking. Her back arched, and she gasped for breath as a hot wave of pleasure took over. She held on tight, every nerve on fire, trembling as he his pace became faster and harder. Her moans came out fast and loud, her body jerking with each pulse, unable to stop the rush that was flooding through her. 'Cum for me, pumpkin,' he grunted, his voice rough. She shattered, her pussy spasming around his cock as waves of pleasure hit her, making her shake and cry out his name.