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How could I have known, Steven didn't prepped me, and this was my first real interview ever. This day has gotten even worse. My eyes widened and kept flinching, what other worst thing would happen to me now. I had a purse with me, but in it were my phone and the pant I wore yesterday. I couldn't put it on as it still had the sperm of the guy I had a fun time with at the club. Oh my, the way he touched my body and drove me wild, I kept wishing for more. We kept at it till sunrise, right there in the club's restroom. It was the most freakish night of my life and it made me wanting more.

I press my lips firmly, biting back the sweet moan that tickles the back of my throat. His subtle footsteps kiss the marbled floor, followed by metal scraping, like he’s pulling a seat along. My heart is beating loudly, anticipating what he’s about to do to me. The remnant of my shyness is replaced by my filthy desires. He’s barely a few inches from me. I sniff in the intoxicating scent of his spicy cologne, his spicy breath… He sits. Now, his hot breath assaults my wet pussy. Something pokes my pussy. My body jerks. I drag in cool air, filling up my lungs. The cool sensation rubs around my cunt for a moment and pulls out. It strikes again, sticking past my slit, and parting my pussy.

They kissed messily, tongues fucking each other’s mouths while their hips moved in perfect rhythm. Lydia reached between them and slipped two fingers into Mila’s tight, dripping hole while continuing to grind their clits together. “Fuuuuck— Lydia— finger my cunt harder— oh shit— you’re stretching me so good— ahhh—!” Mila cried, head falling back. “You’re so fucking wet,” Lydia whimpered, pumping her fingers faster. “Such a nasty, horny lesbian whore for me.” Mila slid her hand down and thrust three fingers deep into Lydia’s pussy in return. “Take my fingers, you dirty slut— mmmph— your cunt is swallowing them— fuuuuck— grind on me while I fuck you—!”

she whispered. His hands finally moved — sliding up her thighs, gripping her ass, pulling her down onto his lap. Vesper moaned softly as she felt his hardness press against her core through their clothes. She ground against him slowly, sensually, her hands on his shoulders as she rode his lap. The friction was delicious. Dante groaned, his fingers digging into her ass. “You’re dangerous,” he rasped, lips brushing her neck. “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly.” Vesper smiled, grinding harder. “Then take what you want, Dante.”

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

Perhaps to match Hugo's energy who mouth-fights like a true Latino. Thankfully his trait to cook like a madman when he's angry is still the same. Because I get to enjoy this spread while watching live telenovela featuring two married gay men. *** "Oh God," he groans like he's in pain, "If you don't leave Santiago for him, I'll do it." I laugh as both of us keep on watching the attractive guy sitting in front of us. The way he sits, or drinks that cup of coffee, it's like he's posing for a photo shoot.

' He wondered then shrugged it off because it wasn't his business after all. He sat at the office desk in a corner and opened one of the novels he'd picked. It was an erotic romance, gay novel. Jun had read a lot of novels and had a preference for erotic ones. He always liked to bury himself in them, travel away into their world, and imagine living the lives of the characters. Jun had not been in a relationship for a long time because of school, Taeho, and then his job. His life was monotonous and boring. He wished he could live excitingly but alas, he was always preoccupied with a lot. Jun wanted spice in his life. He wanted a strong man that would make him see life differently. A little mo

The burn is intense, a sting of pleasure and pain that makes my eyes water. “Good girl,” the man behind me hisses, easing in deeper. “So fucking tight…” My hands fist against Shaggy’s chest as I tremble between them, filled in both holes, utterly claimed. I can feel every inch of them...as they begin to move, one deep and slow, the other deliberate and firm. Shaggy kisses me again, and this time it's pure fire. “Let go,” he growls against my lips. “Let us take you apart.”

Eli gasps but doesn’t resist; his submission is complete. “Good boy,” Damian murmurs, sliding down Eli’s body slowly. He kisses and bites gently, testing limits, eliciting gasps, moans, and tiny cries from Eli. Every touch, every kiss, every controlled movement sends shivers of submission racing through Eli. “Do you feel how much I claim you?” Damian whispers in his ear, fingers moving with masterful precision. Eli’s answer is incoherent—a mix of gasps, moans, and “Yes… Damian… please… more…”

Every step sent a fresh throb through his wrecked hole—pain and an unsettling, addictive fullness mixing together. Jax’s hand stayed firm on the back of his neck, guiding him like a disobedient pet. The quarterback’s cock, still semi-hard and glistening with their combined fluids, swung heavily between his muscular legs with each confident stride. “You thought just one load would be enough?” Jax’s voice was low, amused, dripping with dark satisfaction. “I saw the way you stared the second you walked in here, freshmeat. Eyes locked on my dick like it was the only thing in the world. Don’t pretend you weren’t begging for this.”