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I can’t decide if I want to run or let him consume me completely. “Damn, your panties are soaking.” As he rubs my clit over the damp fabric, my knees weaken, and my legs part instinctively for him. Fuck, my body! As he deliberately rubs me in slow motion, I grind against his fingers, desperate for more. “You’re such a dirty little girl. Just two days ago, you were saying this is wrong, and now here you are, shamelessly grinding on your father’s friend’s fingers.” His lips curl into a smug grin. “You’re a shameless little girl, aren’t you?”

The dark spot had spread so much that the thin fabric clung to my swollen pussy lips, outlining every curve. A thin string of slick had started to drip down my inner thigh. "Look at that mess," he murmured, sounding so pleased. "Your innocent pussy is dripping just from reading my fantasy out loud." "Now slide your hand inside your panties, Lana. Touch yourself properly for my eyes only. Rub your clit in slow circles while I watch."

It transforms the adventure through my collection into something truly extraordinary! ASIN: B0DQ81GWJC ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to my talented art designer, Rebekah, for the stunning digital paintings, that you can find on my P*******t page just by searching Unusualdee, and the beautiful book cover. A special thanks goes to Light and Gem for their invaluable feedback as my Beta readers. I also deeply appreciate all the other wonderful members of the SBAR (Smut Book Avid Reader) club for their unwavering support throughout the journey of compiling these smut stories. Your encouragement means the world to me.

Stories of forbidden romances and sweet families raised in secret with a no-fur and tom together. Spitfire had never met anyone - no-fur or tom - who had actually experienced any of those things. But for the moment, while they weren't held to the expectations of the real world, he was willing to pretend that it was possible. "You've barely felt the depths of my greed, my big dumb tom." Spitfire's smile turned evil as he shifted his hips just enough to take the tip of Guru's cock inside his needy pocket. "Don't you dare move. You are mine to use right now. And I intend to take full advantage of you."

🔞WARNING:🔞 This chapter contains explicit smut. ******* Luca's POV: I pounded into the warm cavern of a dye-blond hair girl under me, rocking and thrusting at a stable pace. I watched her fake long eyelashes flutter, and her way-too-red lip gloss parted as she let out endless moans that filled the silent room with a lewd sound.

What the fuck am I supposed to do? My breath caught. I flipped more pages. Then read another note: 'Father chose the soul mate and it destroyed us. If I choose Buttercup, rivals will attack and people will die. But ignoring the soul bond is slowly killing me. Every time I’m with Seraphina, my wolf rebels. Every time I touch Buttercup, I want to mark her and never let go.' Tears filled my eyes. He really felt it. The double bond was real. He wasn’t just using me. But he was still choosing duty over me.

Saliva sprinkled on nipples, he mouthed one full, sucking deep while jiggling the other. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Moans hushed uncontrollable, core aching. His fingers slid under the skirt now, through folds parting open, two pounding my pussy rough under the blanket. "Oh yeah... harder... fingers deeper!" Hollered inner, arching subtle. He pumped savage, thumb on clit, dirty whisper from under: "Cum quiet for brother... tits sucked, pussy fingered beside sister. Anytime slut." "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh!" I bit my fist, climax crashing silent, walls clenching his fingers as he licked my nipple through the wave.

“Take my cock like a good little slut.” “Yes! I’m your slut, Daniel! Harder!” she screamed, pushing back against him. I stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move. Betrayal burned through my veins like acid. My chest tightened painfully. This was the man I had been touching myself for every single night, imagining him coming home to me. And here he was, balls-deep in another woman.

So it was kind of strange to us when my girlfriend read the summary from a non-hentai online manga reader site. "Ka*ru is a 17-year-old virgin who has an SM fetish. He always dreams about an SM relationship with his childhood friend Na*a. One day, Ka*ru's mom decides to hide all his SM toys so he'll study for a change, by asking Nana to hide his toys. Na*a finds the leather one-piece that Ka*ru bought and tries it on, but she accidentally locks it and doesn't have the key!" We both knew what the SM meant. Sadism and Masochism. We both also wondered why this kind of manga is on that site. It's hentai, right?

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.