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He continued kissing my neck while teasing my breasts until I was breathing faster and squirming in his lap. Liam, I whispered, my voice trembling with need. He slid one hand between my legs and gently stroked my slick folds. I gasped at the contact. His fingers were warm and confident as they explored me, spreading my wetness and circling my sensitive clit with slow, delicious movements. Does that feel good? he asked, his breath warm against my ear. Yes, I moaned softly. It feels really good. He continued the slow teasing, rubbing my clit in perfect circles while occasionally dipping a finger just inside my entrance. My hips began moving on their own, seeking more pressure. The pleasure bui

“For you.” I could hardly believe it. Flipping through the composition book, I could make out pages upon pages filled with neat handwriting, what looked like ten chapters worth of reading, and even… a couple of smutty scenes. My cheeks warmed as I flipped to a random page and read something about the dragon turning into a man, and…

I headed back to the bed before opening to the steamiest scene in the book. My heart pulsated as I circled my boobs with my warm palms, my eyes closed, and my head thrown back as I bit my lip. I pinched my already hard nipple, letting out a small and almost silent moan. I felt a warm feeling spreading through my body, an electrifying feeling, and a rush of adrenaline. "Fuck!" I cursed under my breath, running my fingers through my body, and as my hand made it down there, I gently rubbed my neatly shaved pussy. I pressed my thighs together as warmth spread down there.

I flipped back, carefully examining the pages until I got back to the page that was titled: Xavier. ‘He looks so hot.’ I slipped my fingers in between the pages and closed the book; did I just hallucinate that? I opened it again, confirming it. ‘I want him to touch me, to fondle me in places no one has ever seen.’ A small groan escaped me when I felt blood rush into a certain part of my body. ‘His fingers tweak my nipples, and his tongue in my mouth.’ I snapped the book shut, because right now, my head are filled so many indecent thoughts, and I could visualize doing all these things to her.

Having left with nothing to say over this statement , Carol just nodded her head in agreement . The empress just wanted to read the book from beginning . But as she was just about to do it , she remembered the words of the man who was frequently visiting her dreams these days that she had to only read the contents of page No. 715 and the summon the P2 Guide Werewolf. Thus suppressing her curiosity , she just flipped the pages which were all blank and were dusky white in color giving off the appearance like the book was more than 20 centuries old. She didn't know up to where she had to scroll because there were not even the numbers over the pages. But as she was scrolling, abruptly there was

“I’d rip those panties off and bury my face between your thighs first. Lick that sweet little pussy until you’re grinding on my tongue. Then I’d flip you over, spread those legs wide, and slam into you deep. You know how tight you get when you’re this desperate.” I moaned loudly, pushing two fingers inside myself. The wet, obscene sound of my arousal filled the quiet room as I pumped them slowly at first, curling them to hit that perfect spot. My hips rocked up to meet my hand, chasing the friction I craved. “Yes… just like that. Your cock is so much bigger than my fingers. I’m fucking myself right now, but it’s not enough. God, Daniel, I’m dripping for you.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, her moans of pleasure mingling with my grunts of desire. Together, we moved in perfect harmony, our bodies entwined . My thrusts grew faster, more desperate, the need to claim her overwhelming me . I leaned down, kissing her fiercely, our tongues tangling . Her nails dug deeper into my back, her body quivering with the intensity of my thrusts. The pleasure was building, each thrust bringing us closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. "Oh god, Steven," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "I'm gonna come..."

Dangerous. And then—he felt her fingers again. Sliding beneath the fabric. She guided him, slow and smooth, right into her. Oh fuck. Tight. Warm. Wet. He bit down on a moan as it nearly escaped. “I’m…” he stammered, eyes rolling back. “Enjoying the morn—ing t-tube riiiide.” Her bag dropped to the floor again. She opened a book. Pretended to read. The train swayed violently and she let the rhythm do the work, letting herself ride him, barely moving, barely breathing.