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My whole body flushed hot, pussy clenching around nothing, already aching for more. I stood there on shaky legs, skirt sticking to me and cum still dripping slowly down my thighs. I somehow managed to smile at Emma waving from the porch like the perfect daughter I definitely wasn’t.

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I gasped while feeling his lips on my womanhood. This is what I’ve watched! In that site... When I searched about how to romance your husband... Oh my gosh! This is so good! He hardened his tongue and inserted it into the opening of my womanhood. I tugged at his hair, not knowing whether to push him or make him squirm with my delicacy. He licked. Lap. Sucked. And thrust his tongue inside me making me shiver. After a while I felt something forming in my stomach. I feel like I’m peeing.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

Lila smiled seductively as she slipped out of her lace underwear, letting the damp fabric drop to the floor. Her smooth, shaved pussy glistened with arousal. She stepped toward Marcus, nuzzling her face against his broad, hairy chest. She could feel his strong heartbeat thudding under the coarse chest hair as his muscular arms enfolded her naked body. He kissed the top of her head tenderly before his large hands roamed down her shoulders and along the curve of her spine, coming to rest on the plump, firm cheeks of her ass. He squeezed possessively.

The smell of sex filled the air, musky, dirty, addictive. "Such a perfect hole," he snarled. "Gonna fill you up every day. Keep you leaking my cum while you work at your desk." I was close, so fucking close, when he suddenly pulled out. He flipped me onto my back on the couch and climbed over me, stroking his glistening cock furiously. "Open your mouth." I barely had time to obey before he exploded. Thick ropes of hot cum painted my face, across my lips, my cheeks, one spurt hitting my tongue. I gasped, tasting him again as it dripped down my chin.

Throwing her against the couch, Master Carter hungrily leaped on her body. The strong, pungent smell of alcohol penetrated her nostrils as she felt a wave of disgust overflow her. She struggled as he tried to kiss her again. “You f*cking beast!” To her dismay, her misery seemed to fuel up his excitement as adrenaline pumped through his veins. With one hand pressing Christina down, he used the other to tear off what was left of her shirt, exposing her pale, delicate skin in a swift move. Desire burned underneath the man’s eyes as he tore away Christina’s skirt.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

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