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THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. "Are you surprised?” I gulp, resting my gaze to land on her thick hard cock. It's so... big. "Lessy," She drawls, her voice pulling me from my open gawking to look up at her.

This book features: ☆ Intensely graphic sexual descriptions: Detailed, prolonged, and highly explicit scenes of penetration, oral sex, anal sex, manual stimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampies, cum play, swallowing, facials, and every conceivable sex act described in raw, unfiltered detail—including sounds, sensations, tastes, smells, and physical responses.

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

Unmistakable, insistent, making my mouth water and my core flutter with need. I rocked subtly, a sexual grind disguised as a shift, the friction of his erection against my mound sending a gush of wetness soaking through my panties. A whimper built in my throat, muffled against his neck as I nuzzled there, inhaling deep in the sweat and sandalwood pure male sex hormone.

I ask as we arrive at the sexuality section. "Funny, I thought they had dispelled that old myth about different types and everyone agrees there's just the one kind now," she says. "Type of book, I meant!" I feel my face flush and I know I'm probably blushing. "I knew what you meant," she says, patting me on the arm, playfully. "I was just kidding!" Her smile shows beautiful white teeth between her thick, ruby lips. "That was good!" I return her wide smile and recover my composure. "There really are a lot of different types of orgasm books. Here's one called The Multi-Orgasmic Woman," I tell her, pulling a book from the shelf.

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

she chanted. The world narrowed to the slap of skin, the wet sounds of penetration, the mingled scents of sex and forest, the overwhelming press of bodies and pleasure. Mira was on the edge again, the constant stimulation on her clit from Sloane’s pelvis and the deep, full fucking pushing her there. Jax pulled out of her soaked pussy abruptly. Before she could protest the emptiness, she felt the broad, cum-slick head of his cock press against a different hole. Her ass.

“No… that’s not… I’m not—” “Shh.” I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I remember how wet I got the first time I watched someone fuck. The way his cock looked sliding in and out… the sounds… the way her body shook when she came.” I let my voice drop lower. “You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you? Professor Harlan’s thick cock stretching me open, pounding deep while I dripped all over his desk.” She swallowed hard, her breathing getting faster, but she didn’t move away.

“Fuck, is like a curse word but it is also a slang for sex, and sex is a physical act of intimacy between two people that involves the male cock and the female vagina for pleasure, and it can also be the process of making babies.” “So, you have a cock? And if you put it inside me, we could make babies?” she asked innocently, making me groan. “Yes.” I rubbed a hand on my face, adjusting my dick, stirring at her innocence. “Can we do sex?” she asked, and my breath hitched. “People in my book do it a lot and they’re not even married, but we are.” She looked at me expectantly. “What kind of book is that?” I asked, blinking at her.

“Jesus Christ, baby. I can picture them perfectly, those gorgeous tits bouncing while you touch yourself. I’m stripping too. Pants are coming off… boxers down. My cock is standing straight up for you, thick and leaking. God, it’s so fucking heavy in my hand.” I could hear the rustle of fabric, then the unmistakable wet sound of his fist sliding over his shaft again, slower this time, savoring it. The image made my mouth water. I pushed my soaked black lace panties down my thighs and kicked them off, spreading my legs wide on the bed. My pussy was glistening, swollen, and dripping onto the sheets.