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He says and I nod still as I continue to gather my still scattered wits. “So I’m guessing you’re the owner of Sizzle and Steam right?” he asks and I nod “Just you alone? Because you mentioned a partner?” he prods and I shake my head “I own fifty percent of Sizzle and Steam. Cameron my partner owns the other fifty percent.” I explain.

Taylor stepped out of them, her glistening pink snatch bare and beautiful. Her wetness spread before my eyes. My feet were resting between hers, keeping them shoulder width apart and thus providing an uncensored view. As the seconds passed, the abundance of moisture gathered between her labia and trickled right down her evenly tanned thighs. A single droplet was seized by gravity and born directly onto my bare foot. The echo of that splash filled my universe. I dragged a finger from the back of her slit up to and over her clit. It was a little marble of a bud that peeked out like a budding flower upon receiving my touch. "I rest my case. Taylor Stern, closet lesbian."

But I can’t stop the heat that floods me when I see her. Mrs. Lisa slipped into her bed and turned off the main light, leaving only the lamp glowing beside her. She drew the covers up, though her upper body remained bare, and reached for a book. From where I sat, I could see the curve of her breast pressed softly against her arm. I kept my eyes on her until release struck me hard and sudden. Heat pulsed through me as I came inside my pants, breath catching in my throat. I stayed still, struggling to stay quiet as I gasped for air.

Steam filled the small space as he pressed her back against the cool tiles. His mouth claimed hers again, hungry and demanding, while his hands roamed greedily over her wet skin to cup the breasts he couldn't seem to get enough of. He squeezed her hard nipples until she moaned into his kiss, before one of his thick thighs slid between her legs and pressed up against her pussy. Dalia ground against it shamelessly, already soaked and yearning for more. Levi broke the kiss and dropped to his knees on the wet tile, lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and spread her open. His tongue found her clit instantly, licking slowly and firmly till she was quivering and dripping on his face.

WARNING: Erotica, Taboo (Step-sibling), Power Dynamics, Choking, Spanking, Anal Sex, Double Penetration (using fingers/toys), Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies. The air in the master bedroom felt different. It was heavier, scented with my father's expensive cologne and my stepmother's floral perfume. It felt like a temple to their marriage, which made the fact that I was dragging Jade toward the center of the California King mattress feel like a holy war. We had already spent the last two hours in the shower, but I wasn't done. I was never done with her.

She was so wet, so hot, gripping me like a velvet fist then she paused for a moment, adjusting, then started riding me—slow, rolling hips that ground her clit against my pubic bone with every downward motion. Her breasts bounced beautifully as she picked up speed. I sat up, sucking on her nipples while my hands gripped her ass, helping her ride me harder. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down my cock filled the room, mixed with our moans and filthy words. “God, you feel so good,” she gasped. “No one fucks me like you do, Liam. Deeper—please—”

“That’s it, Gav. Suck on her tits while she chokes on mine. You both look so fucking filthy right now. Feel her pussy too” My heart raced. I slid one hand down her stomach, fingers trembling slightly as they dipped between her thighs. She was soaking wet. My fingers brushed over her slick folds, feeling the heat radiating from her. Stella moaned loudly around Leon’s cock, pushing her hips toward my hand desperately, chasing more. She was just as needy as I was. “Fuck, she’s drenched,” I whispered against her breast before sucking her nipple back into my mouth. “That’s because she’s a dirty little slut watching brothers play with each other,” Leon growled, his hand still controlling her head.

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

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The sensation was exquisite, and I found myself grinding my hips against her face. A fourth girl, a Latina with hair as dark as a raven's wing, took my rock-hard cock into her hand, stroking it gently. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the pearl of pre-cum that had formed at the tip. She hummed in approval, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the flavor.