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Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.

Her walls gripped him tight. Devin groaned. “Goddamn, you feel better than I imagined.” He started thrusting slow at first, then harder. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed in the penthouse. Each deep stroke made her breasts bounce. Devin leaned down and sucked on her nipples again while he fucked her. The silver hoops clicked against his teeth. Jayla wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Sweat slicked their skin. The smell of sex filled the air; her arousal, his sweat, the faint trace of his earlier cum.

The bed creaked softly under them, but the party noise downstairs masked it, adding to the forbidden thrill. Bella’s arousal climbed higher, her body responding despite her feigned slumber. She arched her back slightly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, feeling him go even deeper. I’m close—so fucking close, she thought desperately. His cock’s hitting my g-spot perfectly, over and over. Pressure building, like a wave about to crash. I can smell us—sex and sweat, musky and intoxicating. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, breath hot on her neck as he nipped at her earlobe. The added sensation pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm hit like a freight train—waves of ecstasy cr

I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight. The sexting escalated late into the night—filthy, detailed, and desperate. Seb described exactly how he wanted to bend her over his new kitchen counter, eat her ass until she begged, choke her lightly while pounding her from behind. Isabella, growing bolder and wetter with every message, sent short videos of her fingering herself on the bathroom floor, moaning his name as quietly as she could so Alex wouldn’t wake. Her fingers moved frantically, chasing the pleasure his words promised. By morning, she was soaked, aching, and utterly consumed by need.

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’

My legs felt shaky as I descended the stairs, the cool wood against my bare feet doing nothing to calm the fire still burning between my thighs. The dream clung to me like a second skin, Alex’s thick cock stretching me open, his dirty growls in my ear, the way I’d moaned like a slut while he fucked me senseless in my own bed. My soaked panties rubbed against my swollen clit with every step, sending little sparks up my spine. I tugged the hem of my tiny sleep shorts down, but they barely covered anything. My thin tank top clung to my breasts, nipples still hard and obvious. Part of me hoped he’d notice. The other part was terrified he would.

His hand strokes down my breasts. “There is you and me, we are fucking, and you stop. You drag me out of the room, into one of the rooms at Seductive Vibrations. Men and women are watching while you fuck me there. Slowly the single men join in. I watch as you get pleasure from me being fucked in every hole by other men.” I peek at him. His face is still perfect. Is he hiding how he feels?

Kayla's Pov. Alessia’s eyes were locked on me the entire time Blake and Nick were double-stuffing my holes. When they finally pulled out, leaving me gasping and leaking cum from both my pussy and ass, she crawled over like a predator. “Look at this pretty little church slut,” Alessia purred, her voice dripping with lust. “All dripping and messy… but still not satisfied, are you?” Before I could answer, she pushed me onto my back on the cum-stained couch. My legs fell open automatically, exposing my swollen, freshly-fucked pussy. Thick globs of Blake’s and Nick’s cum slowly oozed out of me.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.