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He looked dangerously hot. I quickly logged into my OnlyFans, my hands shaking with excitement. I made a quick post: **“Something brand new for you guys… I’m going live right now. You’re not ready for this 😈”**

The caption read: “Hot ??” I smiled to myself and completing the statement under my breath: “Hot… sauce.” Curiosity got the better of me. I scrolled down to the comments. Of course, they were filled with girls. One wrote: “Tasted this sauce… would wanna taste your hotness next” Another: “You are hotter anyway” A third: “Can I be your hot sauce, baby?” I kept reading, my jealousy rising with every thirsty comment. My chest felt tight. I knew it was silly — he was with menow — but seeing so many girls openly flirting with him still stung. I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone aside.

His big cock pressed against my lips, heavy and demanding, and the tang of salt and musk filled my senses before I even took his big cock in my mouth. I parted my lips instinctively, taking the bearded man’s cock in my mouth, my jaw stretching around his cock as my spit slid down my chin. “Ugh… mmm… slurp… ahh…” I gagged slightly as the bald man’s thick cock filled my mouth, my lips stretched tight around him, slick with spit. The bearded man groaned, low and guttural, his hand tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer “Fuck… just like that. Suck on my cock,” he growled, his voice rough with need.

“Fill Mommy’s slut hole… breed me, Daddy… pump your hot seed into my fertile womb!” “Tony… don’t you dare stop… wreck my tight pussy… I need your thick load so bad… use me like the whore I am for you!” He flipped them into new positions relentlessly…making them ride him one after the other, their soaked breasts bouncing wildly as they went up and down onto his cock, grinding their clits against his base. Then he arranged them in a heated sixty-nine, where their tongues frantically lapped at each other’s swollen clits and the glistening length of his cock as he took turns fucking each from behind. The air grew thick with the musky scent of sex, sweat, and feminine arousal. The bedframe creake

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

“I prefer reading non-fiction in my free time. Most recently, I read Sapiens, by Yuval Noah Harari, which is a history of humans and their social structures. I intend to read the sequel, Homo Deus, next.” “Sounds enthralling,” Andre muttered, rolling his eyes for my benefit. “I assure you it was.” The bartender smoothly replaced the empty margarita pitcher with a fresh one, placing an empty glass in front of Roman. The Englishman nodded his head in thanks. “We read each other’s favorite books,” I explained. “Andre’s is Red Storm Rising.” “By that military tosser Tom Clancy?” Roman scoffed haughtily. “His books are overly stuffed with bollocks acronyms and officer jargon. It’s the rare case w

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

Before me were rows and columns of carefully arranged books, most of the covers bearing sweaty, half-naked men and women in different stages of copulation, and the ones that didn’t had dark covers with obscure details that were covert yet somehow let you know exactly what the book was about. Heat climbed to my face, and I slammed the box shut, taking a deep breath before risking a second look. I gave myself a mental slap in the face. Whilst I enjoyed reading all forms of literature, I wasn’t this wild about erotica. Should’ve totally kept my big mouth shut. On the bright side, all the books were labeled bestsellers, so I could only hope they were well written. I walked over to the second box

Better than I like my mother, but that's a story that sucks so you don't need to hear it. I'm out on the deck in front of the house on one of the lounges. It's the only place dad and I haven't had sex, yet. I've got a pretty conservative swimsuit on, not rockin the g-string today, and reading a really good book about two girls in World War Two. I love historical fiction and fantasy, which of course, the men I choose know nothing about. Sports, that's pretty much it, oh, and fucking, they seem to know something about fucking, if you ask them. I don't recommend getting a second opinion. "Excuse me?"

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside