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CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

“Oh, you guys are not going to believe this. Our little spy is a massive freak.” I adjusted my posture, holding the diary up to the ambient light of the limo. “‘If he pushed me against the bookshelves, I wouldn’t even fight back,’” I read, my voice dripping with dark amusement. “‘I want him to take control. I want him to rip this stupid sweater off me. I can practically feel his hands gripping my thighs, bruising my skin, pushing his huge dick inside my tight and wet aching pussy while he whispers my name…’”

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"It does. Emilia puts a great deal of thought into every chapter. I respect how deeply she poured into this. My wife is brilliant. I am proud of how hard she worked and her dedication.” Emilia squeezed his hand. "Exactly. Writing this book taught me a lot about desire. And I am glad I got to explore all of it with my husband Jax — real, skin on skin passion." A reporter followed up. "Any favourite spicy moments from the writing process?" Emilia thought for a second. "One night I stayed up until sunrise writing Ivy's first time being shared. The slow buildup, the teasing, then the raw passion — bodies moving together, dirty whispers, her reaching a peak so intense she could barely think strai

Lira speaks. My eyes flutter between opening and closing as I try to stay conscious. “You’re incredible, baby. So responsive… so fucking delicious.” She slides down my body, kissing every inch—my cum-smeared lips, my throat, sucking marks onto my tits until I’m arching and whimpering. My body tingles, wanting more of her touch. This is unarguably the most alive I’ve been. And for a moment, I am glad that the book I’d found wasn’t some motivational book on how I needed to find my inner voice before I could find my outer one.

This book features: ☆ Intensely graphic sexual descriptions: Detailed, prolonged, and highly explicit scenes of penetration, oral sex, anal sex, manual stimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampies, cum play, swallowing, facials, and every conceivable sex act described in raw, unfiltered detail—including sounds, sensations, tastes, smells, and physical responses.

“Always reading smut, huh? I didn’t take you for the type, but I guess I should’ve known better.” I scowled at him, crossing my arms over my chest defensively. “I haven’t always read smut. The books I used to read before were never like this,” I shot back, my voice laced with irritation. “It’s just…different genres. That’s all.” He chuckled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through me. “Sure, different genres,” he mocked lightly, waving the book in front of me. “You know, these scenes are pretty explicit. I didn’t know you had such a vivid imagination.”

The Professor slipped one out too, and raised a lighter between them. He ignited it, and as a lick of flame leaped out, he said, “Sex was more than just sex in that temple.” She brought her lips closer with the cigarette hanging from it, and he did the same, both of them touching the flames at the same time, their gaze still locked. She took the smoke well, although she had only really ever smoked a few times in her life. They were sitting side by side, close, but not touching. “Did the book remind you of this place?” She took the cigarette from her lips, and held it burning between her fingers.

How disgusting. Waiting for Marissa to make dinner, I read a romance novel from my favorite author in my room. Spread across the bed on my stomach, I start to fantasize that the characters in my book are Dean and I and we are in the middle of passionate love making. Overheating and wetting myself, I get off the bed and strip.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.