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I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

Sophia scooped some of the mixed cream onto her fingers and fed it to Lauren, both women moaning at the taste. I was parked in a quiet lot, cock out, stroking furiously to the entire live show. The sight of my wife eating another man’s cum from her friend’s pussy, then fucking her senseless with a strap-on, pushed me over the edge multiple times. I came hard into napkins, tasting my own cum experimentally, my mind spinning with filthy new possibilities. As the women dressed and kissed goodbye, I sat there breathing heavily, cock still half-hard. I had a decision to make..but for now, I was hooked on the show. My secret cameras had opened a door I wasn’t sure I wanted to close.

"Delulu emergency incoming!!!!" Lila smiled faintly as she scrolled, then she clicked on a fan edit someone had tagged her in. Slow-motion clips of Kai on stage — sweat glistening on his neck, the way his shirt clung to his chest, that intense stare into the camera, the deep timbre of his voice in the background audio. Her body clenched again.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

"Fuck, I promise you're going to sit for breakfast with my cum dripping through your panties while I smile at your mom, thinking what I've done to her daughter without her knowing." "You're sick," I moaned, but I cum twice more before he even finished. He pulled out, and his cum pulled a rope across my stomach. He rubbed it with his palm, smearing it like he was drawing something. I lay there, coated in him, inside and out, watching him smear his cum on my skin until even my pussy clenched. "Let's quickly go and take a shower before our parents come down and find us like this," he said. "It'll be too bad if we get caught."

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.