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My boyfriend was supposed to come to my parents' house that day to ask for their blessing before proposing. My parents had prepared a whole table of food for him. I sat at the table and came across my boyfriend Sebastian Graham's story. In the photo, his childhood friend and "little sister", Claire Crawford, was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress. She looked sweet and gentle. His caption read. "Giving the girl I promised to marry as a child the wedding she never got. The wedding may be fake, but our bond is real." As I looked at the food in front of me that had been reheated countless times, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. Just a few hours earlier, I had been secretly happy that

A former lodger in the room? I picked up the book, happy that I had found something to do, and lay on the bed, flipping through it. It seemed like a normal college romance, but I quickly found out that it wasn't so. If anything, it was extremely spicy, and I glanced at the cover again, innocent, but its contents were not. I continued reading through, intrigued by the way the characters were portrayed and the more spicy scenes I read, the more strange I felt. Was I getting... Wet?

“I’ve never really thought about it.” “Ali,” she sighs. “Have you even read a good spicy book?” “You mean p**n?” I ask her over a row of glittery vibrators. “Yes I mean p**n!” She exclaims. “Good old fashioned p**n! With some monsters maybe. I feel like you’d enjoy a good monster fucker book.” “I.. don’t know about that.” “Alright,” she says loudly. “There’s a book section over there. Let’s find you a nice steamy one.”

See you soon! I stare at the book at take a deep breath. Anger floods me as I read, but I can not stop myself. I flip the page again. The date is another time jump. Two months apart. My eyes scan the next words, and I feel my blood curl in my veins. Now I wish I never opened this damn book. ****** Hi, my love. I updated 10 chapters today. TEN. wow!! Princess, I finally granted your wish to read ten chapters a day😏

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance up to her clit. “Oh my god,” she whispered. The sensation was intense. His tongue was warm and wet, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He licked her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her juices. Sara’s hands gripped the edge of the desk. Her legs trembled. Professor Kane groaned against her pussy. “You taste so fucking good.” He used his thumbs to spread her lips wider, exposing her swollen clit. He flicked his tongue over it rapidly, then sucked it into his mouth.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

Closing the door, I take out my phone, sending him a text. Game on! Laughing, I climb into the car, start the engine and drive to work, ignoring the beeps of the phone. How many messages is he sending me? Walking into work, I sit in my office, reading the texts he sent me. ‘Remember last night, Kitten? Taming the bitch, well tonight I plan on making the bitch come back.’ ‘Your perfect body strapped to that chair, fully exposed, the ice sliding along your skin, the cold and wetness making you scream for me.’