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They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

My voice was breathy, slutty, every word dripping with need as I spread my legs wider, giving him full access. The desk edge dug into my ass, but I didn't care; the burn only heightened the ache in my pussy. His thumb found my clit, rubbing circles that made my thighs tremble, his fingers plunging in and out with urgent slaps against my skin. “That's it, grind on my fingers like the horny bitch you are,”he whispered filthily, his free hand gripping my throat lightly, just enough to make me feel owned. ‘Your tight pussy is sucking me in, Sienna. You love being controlled by your teacher, don't you? Moan louder for me.”

He ate her out like a starving man, his tongue lapping furiously at her swollen clit, delving into her folds as she ground down on him, her hips rolling in slow, sensual circles. Juice smeared across his chin, and she threw her head back, gasping, but she wasn't idle. Her mouth was wrapped around another man's cock, sucking him off with sloppy enthusiasm, and she bobbed her head, taking him deep until her nose pressed against his trimmed pubes, hollowing her cheeks as she hummed around his length. That man, lean and toned, had his fingers buried in a third woman's asshole, twisting and pumping as she rode a thick strap-on dildo wielded by the fourth participant—an athletic woman with short h

As I moved towards the master bedroom, I could hear the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy slipping through the gap of the door. Looking thrоugh the little gap by the dооr, I saw my fiancée on all fours with her ass in the air, getting fucked dоggiе style bу Ellen, who had on a strap-on dildo. Selena's hands were tied and hooked up to the poles by the head of the bed. Mу fiancee has a small fetish about being tired and rendered immobile or rеѕtrаinеd. Once ѕhе iѕ, she's willing to go along with anything you want. She really gets turned on by it.

She used another finger to circle around her clit the way she had when she was lying on the bed. “If you start now, Juliette,” he warned. But, she continued. Her nipples were dark buds against the cream colored lace and with a light tug he released them to the air. “The breeze feels good,” she sighed, leaning against the building, touching herself, as her breasts tightened in response to the spring air. “I’ve been wet all day,” She said her eyes hooded and full of honest desire. “I’ve been vibrating, pulsing for more. I tried earlier to satisfy myself, but I can’t,” she complained, and stuck a finger inside herself.

She was on her knees in the study, those big doe eyes looking up at me as she took my cock deeper into her throat. I woke up leaking precum, sheets ruined. No other woman compares. I’ve fucked a few since she left—cold, empty encounters—but they all pale. I want her innocence corrupted by me. Want to teach her how to ride a man’s face until she floods my tongue. Want to fill her womb with load after load until she’s marked as mine forever. Her nipples tightened against the lace of her bra. Elena shifted in the chair, one hand unconsciously drifting to the hem of her sundress. The silk whispered against her thighs as she read on, the journal detailing fantasies that grew darker and more posse

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

With the little information she had on Niall Winchester, he was a known playboy and this marriage had to be a plot to trap him. The thought made her thighs tremble. Her body reacted instantly, pussy clenching tight around the silicone shaft still lodged inside her. “Ohhh, fuck…” she moaned, grabbing the dildo and pumping it in and out with a wet squelch. Her head rolled back against the pillows, eyes fluttering. “Mmm… oh yes… this just got so much better.” Her free hand roamed over her naked body, squeezing one breast hard, twisting her nipple until she gasped. Her hips bucked up off the bed, desperate for more friction.

“My love with a bountiful package. I’m always at your mercy. But I love to beg – crawl at your feet and be submissive to you. You have that hold on me. You have never lost touch with what my body craves. I need you more with each passing day. You make my life more interesting with all the sex moves you play on me. I wish your prude wife could see us fuck, then she’d know what she is missing.” “I love missing you. That’s exactly why I keep searching for you – even when I’m right in front of you. You are something special. Your pussy sings my praise whenever I speak to it. I worship every inch of your body. You are divine. Beauty isn’t more beautiful than you are.” “Tell me about your sexual e