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“I wanted it too. I was dripping thinking about you stretching me again.” Kai’s fingers brushed her pussy lips, finding her already wet. He groaned. “Fuck, Lila… you’re soaked again.” He pushed two thick fingers inside her slowly, curling them as he spoke. “Tell me what you were thinking about while we were sharing body heat,” he demanded. Lila moaned, hips rolling against his hand. “I was imagining you fucking me from behind… gripping my hips… pounding into me while the storm raged outside.” Kai added a third finger, pumping deeper. “And now?”

Liam’s mouth was on mine hard, hungry, no holding back. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me with slow, deep strokes that made my head spin. I moaned into him, loud and needy, hands gripping his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping me upright. My bikini bra was shoved up to my neck, breasts bare and bouncing with every desperate grind of my hips. His jeans were unzipped, thick cock freed and pressed flush against my soaked pussy shaft sliding through my folds, head bumping my clit on every roll.

I locked the front door, dimmed the overhead lights to just the warm glow of the reading lamps, and flipped the sign to *Closed* but didn't lock it. The shop smelled like old paper, cedar shelves, and the faint vanilla of the candle I’d lit earlier. I should have gone home. Should have poured wine, watched the ball drop on my tiny TV, toasted alone. Instead I lingered. I wandered to the back corner—the erotica section nobody ever asked for help finding. I pulled a slim volume from the top shelf: The Art of Surrender. The cover was black with gold lettering, no photo. Perfect. I sank into the worn velvet armchair tucked between the stacks, the one customers sometimes used to read a chapter be

“Show me how bad you want this biker cock.” Lily bit her lip, eyes dark with lust as she braced her hands on my tattooed chest. She lifted her hips slowly, letting my thick shaft slide almost all the way out until only the swollen head remained inside her. Then she sank back down, taking every inch in one smooth glide. We both groaned at the wet, filthy sound it made, my cum from the first round mixing with her fresh juices, making everything slick and messy.

Opening it silently, I strained for signs of anyone else in the hotel who might recognize me or who I may know. Throwing caution to the wind, I stole down the hall, my feet lightly pattering on the marble floor as I hurried down to the bookshop. I looked around and found one I thought was fitting for the occasion: Lady Chatterley's Lover based on the title because I felt I could relate with her but half not trusting myself not to give in to the lust-filled pages and half gleeful with excitement, I chose the book and headed back to my suite. Shutting myself in the bedroom, I curled up on the oversized chair again and got lost in its pages.

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I climbed the stairs on trembling legs, each step sending fresh waves of searing need crashing through my body. The heat clawed at my insides like a living thing, demanding to be sated. My skin burned, slick coating my thighs with every movement, and my core throbbed painfully empty. Lorenzo’s bedroom door was ajar at the end of the hall. I pushed it open, the heavy alpha scent inside—woodsmoke, cedar, and undeniable power—hitting me like a drug. It only made the ache worse.

“I've come for my last session and maybe a goodbye cause I'd be out of California as well “his gaze carried surprise. Yes I know he probably wasn't expecting me to go out of the town right after my last session like I was running away. Chloe came to sit next to the both of us. My eyes went to her cleavages at a go. I can't believe I'm a lesbian and also straight at the same time. I've sucked on her big pussy, preying it open with my hands, fucking her with my fingers as I watch her squirm for Mercy while doctor Manuel stroke his dick with his eyes filled with lust looking at us I've sat on this very desk and have her lost in my boobs while she fuck me senseless with her dildo and doctor Manu

The first few times the long, hard cock passed between his lips, Lester took it in only to the back of his mouth but, after that, he opened his throat and let the head ease itself all the way in, until his lips and nose were being tickled by the bear's brown pubic hair. It was great for the other man too, and he let his roommate know how much he was relishing having his cock sucked that morning. "Oooo, yeah, that's good," he sighed. "You're the best." He really meant that, too. Stanley had been sucked off several times, by girl friends and by gay men, and he always reveled in the sensations. Those times had been fun, but Les's mouth felt at least as good wrapped around his cock as that of an

Emma’s face burned, her nails digging into the desk edge as her body convulsed. “I’m…I’m going to cum, Mr. Carter!” “That’s it” he snarled bouncing her harder, his cock slamming deep inside. “Do it cúm on your boss’s cóck. Show me how bad you want this job” Her body snapped, pleasure ripping through her in violent waves. Emma screamed, her pússy gushing around him, soaking his cóck and dripping down her thighs. Her whole body shook, tits bouncing in his grip, ass stinging red from his handprints.