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Drinkers🍻 Cherry : I’m so bored here at home do you have anything to do? Joy: We have dinner later with the fam Zane: wow sana ol Hunter: Can i join joy? Zane: are you her family? Cherry: dead hungry you really hunter joy: pets are not allowed in the restaurant :) Hunter: I'm so handsome seen by all ******** After kiro drive me home, I immediately went to sleep so that later I wouldn't look like a panda, after a few hours it was close to 6 so we went to the restaurant for dinner.

I couldn't resist teasing him. Gustaf frowned as he walked, looking disconcerted by this slip of the tongue. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd like to eat what everyone else would eat, you can order whatever you want when you arrive, and... "I love burgers, but a lot of the guys I've dated don't find a woman eating a burger sexy "I explained, receiving an amused look in return. "Izzy, I'm a cook. What I find sexy is someone eating well and enjoying their meal. Especially if it's something I've prepared.

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

My throat tightened around him, thick spit pouring down my inverted face, mixing with the cum already drying there, mascara running black rivers. His tongue speared my clit at the same time, arms locked around my thighs holding me aloft, my heavy tits hanging and swaying, bells jingling wildly. Chad’s comment shot to the top of chat and pinned itself, 20k likes in less than 30 seconds. “THAT’S MY FUCKING GUY LEGEND SHIT” with a fire emoji at the ending.

“Fuck, Tatum. Let me come. Please.” “Not yet,” Tatum whispered against her folds. “Tell me how much you crave this rivalry. Say it.” Her voice was thick with lust. She added a third finger and sucked harder on Sloane’s clit. Emotions crashed through Sloane. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on. The hatred fueled everything. “I crave it,” Sloane gasped finally. “I crave beating you. Fucking you. Hating you like this.”

“Second, I don’t think the other seaman would appreciate you reading spicy books.” “They might borrow them.” He trailed the tip of his tongue from one nipple to the other. “And third, you don’t have any tentacles, horns or a tail.” She could only grin at his confused look. “I’ve been reading monster smut.” “That’s really a thing?” he asked with a grin thinking that she was bullshitting him. “Yeah.” She grinned back at him. “I was reading some reverse harem for a while and let me say, Bunny is a lucky woman.”

Damn it. I called up social media and checked out the book groups I was a member of. I asked for dirty age gap recommendations in an anonymous post, and the advice came flooding in from loads of filthy romance bookworms. The list was incredible. My ears were already desperate for the audio. I typed out thank yous and added books to my playlist at lightning speed, setting one up right away. I couldn’t help myself.

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

“I don’t feel it that much.” “It’s quite spicy,” she mumbled, still trying to soothe her tongue. The sight of her pink tongue sticking out, lips slightly swollen from the heat, did something dangerous to me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moved closer, cupped her face with both hands, and leaned in. Before she could react, I captured her tongue with my mouth, sucking on it gently but hungrily. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. I kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue, then her bottom lip, then her top lip — tasting the lingering spice mixed with her sweetness. My hands roamed down her sides, squeezing her waist, pulling her closer as I devoured her mouth.

I hesitate, glancing at the angry runes still smoking faintly on his chest. "I'll be quick," I promise, pressing a fast kiss to his burning forehead. "Don't move. Please." I slip out of bed and hurry to the kitchen, my new heightened senses making everything feel overwhelming. The fridge light is too bright. The sound of my own footsteps echoes strangely. I crave spice. Plenty of heat. And meat. The juicy, soft kind, oozing with spice. Oh, I can almost taste it. My hands move on autopilot as I throw together the spiciest pasta I can manage with extra chilli flakes, chunks of sausage and beef, garlic, and a heavy drizzle of oil. The smell hits me like a drug, making my mouth water and my stom