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I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Her chest was bouncing as well which Raphael sucked. Shaine felt it herself the building up orgasm in her stomach so she fastened her pace. Raphael was grunting as well as he felt Shaine’s wall tightening, gripping his manhood on a force. “Shit! Fuck! That’s it, baby! You’re so tight!! Damn!! You’ve been fucked and gangbanged already but you’re still so tight!” “Who’s better? Is it me or your fianceè?” Shaine asked while bouncing. Raphael cursed. “It’s you, shit! You’re the best fucker! Your cunt is perfect than her!!”

‎ ‎"You could do all that? You could be so f*****g sexy in bed, and yet I had to tame myself for you? I had to lie and regulate the way I f*ck you? Do you know the amount of times I wanted to take you up against the wall?" ‎ ‎He closed his eyes to breathe in, and it looked like it wasn't working. "Do you have any idea how much I have wanted to f'uck you in the bathroom and on the stairs? Do you know how many nights I went to bed beside you, watching you sleep and all I could think about was tying you up, and having my way with you? And yet look at you, being gagged and f****d to f*****g oblivion, writhing and begging for more, while I had to hold myself back."

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

Me: "I just can't believe this is all working out; to be honest, mom, I had planned that this all happen, that I won your heart with, well, my big cock. I must have dreamt a thousand times that I would win your heart and then you'd be mine, dedicated, loyal, and willing to have my babies." Mom: "Well, I should be mad, but that damn cock of yours! It's amazing you didn't try and seduce the whole town. I can assure you that the old, horny women of my bridge club would all jump at the chance to have you. All of them are married, some are even still fertile. God, I could just see you, looking proudly as those society women rolled in, each sporting a swollen belly carrying your child. Wow, that e

“Please…” Jaxon lay beneath me now, guiding my mouth back to him. I moaned around his c*ck, Lucian filling me from behind, Zane’s hands on my *ss, Kai whispering praise in my ear, and Rhett’s fingers stroking my cl*t with just enough pressure to make my toes curl. My climax hit like lightning. I shattered around Lucian, screaming, trembling, the world spinning. Lucian growled, spilling inside me as Jaxon cursed and released down my throat. Zane followed, coating my lower back. Kai and Rhett didn’t even wait—they pumped their seed onto my breasts and belly, marking me.

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

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Alia had earned her reputation the honest way—by fucking like it was her favorite subject. At twenty-one, with a body that turned heads in every hallway, she didn’t bother hiding it. Long dark hair that fell in messy waves down her back, full tits that strained against her tight white crop tops, and an ass that made even the quietest guys stare. She wasn’t ashamed. Why should she be? Sex felt good. Power felt better. And Alia loved both. Unlike Sarah, who loved getting railed in public places where anyone could walk by and watch, Alia preferred the thrill of almost getting caught. Quick, dirty fucks in bathrooms, empty lecture halls, or behind the gym. Today, it was Jackson.

Don't do it. Her scream is broken and hoarse when she orgasms, her feet flopping around on my shoulders, pushing at them, her tight body shaking like a fucking leaf. Goddamn, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. Don't even get me started on the state of her pussy. I can see it clenching, feel it on my lips. It's like a pink rose covered in dew when she finishes whining my name, her body lying boneless on the table.