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Hi everyone 🥰🥰 Mha Nitta here, how's our weekend going? After the next two chapters I'll be releasing an erotica experience of a friend who is in a talking stage with me. He has a weird fetish for short black skirts 😂. I found it so hilarious though. Forget the fact that we're friends 😂😂 It's weird.

A steamy kitchen tryst ignites as Emily finds herself caught between the intense desires of Lucas and Jake. Their passion builds, leading to a breathless, synchronized coupling. The room echoes with their pleasure, and Emily's release is explosive. ************************************* The kitchen was a mess, but no one cared. Dishes piled in the sink, a half-empty bottle of wine sat on the counter, and the air was thick with the scent of desire. Emily leaned against the cool granite, her breath hitching as Lucas's hands slid up her thighs, fingers tracing the delicate lace of her panties.

Everywhere something is interesting to lay your eyes on. “Well good. I knew you would be taking a lot of books, it was only fair that you have the highest choice.” he says and I quickly turn around to see him leaning against a pillar checking me out. So while he stands behind me watching me, which both intimidates and excites me, I take each book out, one by one, pulling them from the bookcase, some wonderful editions of Jane Austen, Dickens, Ovid, Homer, Kundera and then 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' and, finally, Lolita.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

Of course, she did. Her hand moved faster, stroking me with deliberate precision, and I could feel my climax rushing toward me. "Alright, speak to you later, sis," Brooke said cheerfully before hanging up the call. As soon as the line went dead, I couldn’t hold it back anymore. "Fûck!" I groaned, my voice strained as my cóck erupted in her hand. Hot, thick streams of cûm spilled out, coating her fingers and pooling in my boxers. Brooke didn’t stop. She kept stroking, milking every last drop out of me while I struggled to keep the car steady on the road.

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There was that look once again. “Oh,” I said stupidly, and felt my cock twitch in eager anticipation. ******** The End Thank you so much for reading and for your amazing support every step of the way. If you enjoyed this book, don’t miss out on my other titles—especially “Wild Pleasure”. Your support means the world to me. Thank You!

Genre: Explicit Steamy Fantasy Romance | Dragon Shifter | Dark Romance | Delayed Pleasure | Sex Toys Characters: Ziaanat: A headstrong, curious mortal woman with dragon blood she doesn’t know about. Tovian: The unhinged, brooding Dragon King, tormented by centuries of hunger, lust, and a prophecy that names Ziaanat as his only release. . .

Yes ‘my’ not ‘our’ because I use every opportunity, even the slightest to get possessive. Beauty and brains! Shoot me!! Mr. Brett is his name. Gosh, his name also screams sexy. He is drop-dead stunning, hot as steam. I could literally salivate looking at him. Mr. Brett was obviously a rebel. He has so many visible tattoos and a bad temper. He was not exactly my taste in guys, but somehow, I managed to fall head over heels in love with him.

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”