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I say, completely bemused . “Yeah, but it’s not like that. This one’s for couples, not seedy old men.” If he wasn’t so devilishly handsome and sexy, I would run and not look back. Staring into the shop window I frown, and then, for some weird reason, I lead the way inside. My jaw snaps open. Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

His length stays upright, standing tall as a blatant dare. I crawl over his waist, leaning down to press a quick, mocking kiss to the tip before positioning myself over his thigh. Now I just want to see how far I can push him. How much of that calm, stubborn control I can strip away. “Tell me a Bible story, Brock,” I whisper, slowly guiding his tip to my aching cunt. “I heard you used to be quite the storyteller in your youth.” I lower myself onto him, but I stop halfway. I refuse to take the full length. When dealing with a man who can split you in half, holding back is the only way to survive.

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.

"Hahah. Is that how you get girls to say yes to you?" "Uhuh. That's how easily I can get girls. So I have a girlfriend named for almost every letter in the alphabet." He said matter of factly. Jeesh! This guy is mighty proud of his folly. "Ok, name the the one with letter X." I said laughing not taking him seriously. "Hmmm, Xenia, the girl with a big butt! Ghhaad, I love girls with big butts." My eyes widened with his revelation. Is he for real? So would I make it to his list? I had a petite figure but my bubble butt is my greatest asset.

muttered Alexander, who decided to finish his shower because the woman he wanted to take a shower with hadn't arrived yet. "Hah?" Alexander smiled lewdly when he saw the figure of a blonde woman with her back to him in a leaning pose. The tight red dress that reached her buttocks was almost open to the top. "Very sexy." "Apparently they chose an A grade girl to accompany me." Alexander couldn't wait to hug the blonde girl because his lust had reached the top of his lungs. The man walked very slowly so as not to make a sound. "Sweet," Alexander hugged Cassandra from behind after being right behind the girl.

‎ ‎"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."

Sloane muttered. The drill turned sexual on the turf. Sloane grabbed Tatum and pushed her down onto the soft grass. “My turn to dominate.” She stripped the rest of Tatum’s clothes and worshipped her body. Sloane ran her hands over every curve, kissing the strong lines of Tatum’s thighs and stomach. “Fuck, your body is perfect. So athletic and tight.” Tatum arched under the touch, breathing heavy.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”