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She was soaking for me. I didn't pull them down. I hooked my fingers into the center of the fabric, right where her pussy sat, and I tore the material. The wetness helped the fabric shred, exposing her glistening, swollen lips. SLAP. I brought my palm down against her pussy, the sound sharp in the quiet house. “AH!” Olandria gasped, her legs flying wide as she arched her back. “I want this pretty pussy so fucking bad,” I growled. I spat on her center, the liquid glistening on her skin.

He was tender yet insistent, his thrusts rolling in deep sensual waves that dragged out every aftershock. My pussy fluttered around him, another smaller climax following the first as juices gushed out in fresh spurts. My eyes rolled inside my head. “Fuck, Dorian…don’t stop,” I begged, as my voice broke. The sickness of my reality hit just then, twin fantasies flooding my mind like forbidden poison. Two identical men, same bodies, same cocks but different in how they claimed me. It was twisted and depraved. In fact, some would call it the ultimate taboo. Yet it made me wetter and hotter, my core throbbing with shameful need.

His reasons was that he couldn't stop thinking of how it clasped to each other. I sent him a view once video of my boobs and he couldn't stop praising and dirty talking me about how beautiful and sexy my boobs were. I smiled. I just knew it wouldn't be long before he called me to have sex with him one of this days. I was so engrossed in his dirty talk that I didn't realize when a new message came in. The person sent the message the second time and I saw it was Blake. He sent me a video. I checked the video and it was him showing me how erect his cock was because he could not stop thinking about my pussy and the slow way I moaned.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

But it’s her face that guts you—angelic, with wide green eyes and faint freckles that you want to trace with your tongue, her smile a wicked promise of innocence and sin. Orientation’s a slog, some old hag droning on while your mind’s elsewhere, craving something raw. Back in your apartment, you’re restless, cock half-hard and aching for release. The city’s left you pent-up, unsatisfied. You grab your laptop, diving into OnlyFans like it’s a dark alley you can’t resist. Pornstars are old news—too polished, too fake. You want real, messy, human. Amateurs with trembling hands and secrets in their eyes. That’s what gets you going.

'I must admit I'm surprised at you, visiting these porn sites' I don't advertise the fact that I enjoy erotic writing but nor am I ashamed of it. 'Its not porn its erotica' I said defensively. 'Same thing.' Julia was obviously not convinced. 'It is, only if you class anything to do with sex as porn' I said starting to enjoy the argument. 'Is that how YOU define it?' 'No of course not' she said indignantly, 'what do you think I am? A prude' As soon as she'd said it Julia realised that that was exactly what she sounded. She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I?'

I moaned as he lifted me onto his desk effortlessly, knocking books aside. “Spread your legs,” he growled, ripping my panties down with one swift movement. “Fuck, look at this pretty little pussy. Already dripping for me.” He slid two thick fingers into me without warning, pumping them fast and deep. I cried out, clutching his wrist as pleasure shot up my spine. “Quiet,” he ordered, pressing his other hand over my mouth. “Anyone could walk by.” The thrill of getting caught only made it worse. My hips bucked against his fingers as he curled them just right, making stars explode behind my eyelids.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

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