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He smiled at me and he caught my right hand and again crawled on his broad chest then he put my hand inside his brief. I was startled when I felt his p********* I saw Ferdinand biting his lip so I continued stroking it. "s**t!" Ferdinand was still bright I was surprised when Ferdinand lowered his pants and briefs. "Go! Baby, suck me." His weapon was standing in my face as if he wanted me to choke him. I swallowed twice. Do I have to do this? "Suck me and I'll eat you later." I nodded to him. I slowly brought my face closer to his penis but before my mouth came close we suddenly spat

Sounds good? I forced a smile. "That's wonderful. And I've got something special for you too." Conrad and I wouldn't be celebrating any anniversaries after this one. I'd let him have his little victory.

And so help me God, even if we went from night till morning, I don't think I'd get enough of how crazily good he was in bed. He knows how to fuck a woman. I was snapped back by Layla's smack on my back. "What are you cooking for us today, by the way?" she asked, peeking into the pot of sauce I was making. "Pita bread and meat sauce." "Hmm... it smells nice. Let me go freshen up, then." I slapped her ass as she walked away. "Lazy ass." She stopped by the door and glared at me. "Why do I need to stress myself with cooking when I have you and my Dad to do the work?"

Forgot to give this friendly warning… This story contains: Gangbang, Anal, DP, TP, dirty language, and some others. Read at your own risk… . . Maddison stepped into her favorite underground sex club, hidden deep in the city’s seedy underbelly, and the second she crossed the threshold, the air hit her like a drug. It was the only air she’d ever truly breathed since she first started having sex. Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in.

And I felt that they wanted to leave already and ran as fast as they could. Embarrassment was written on their faces. But I eased those by shaking my head. I told them I wanted it as much as they did. Marhenry hesitated still, so I continued. I added that I made a hole in my underwear for them, that I expected they would pay me a visit in my bedroom which they did. Marhenry finally took what I said and brought back his face to my wetness. I swear he just ate me so fucking good that I exploded in my mouth.

she replied “now give me a gallon of hot spunk. I want to feel your cum dripping out of me like Andrea did in the tackroom. When I saw that, I just had to have you. I loved the taste of your cum as it dribbled out of her …………. That was it … the dirty little bitch pushed me over the edge. I got in as deep as I could go and just waited for the inevitable gush. I pumped and pumped into her. I was amazed at how much spunk I squirted into her. After all, this was the third time I had cum today so far.

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.

Any questions for me (the author) or for the characters themselves? 9. On a scale of 1–10, how spicy do you want the story to get going forward? Any particular kinks or dynamics you’d like to see explored (jealous sex, power play, reclaiming, emotional spice, bdsm etc.)? Feel free to be as honest, thirsty, or analytical as you want. I love reading your thoughts, predictions, and even your complaints! This story has been a wild ride so far, and it’s only going to get more intense.

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.