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The intoxicating scent of your arousal flooded his senses, making his head swim with lust. *I lifted my hips obediently as Alec tore away my soaked panties, cool air kissing my exposed flesh. A needy whimper escaped me at the loss of the flimsy barrier, leaving me bare and vulnerable to his heated gaze. I could feel the evidence of my desire trickling down my inner thighs, a testament to how badly I wanted him.*

He was enjoying her humiliation, her complete and utter degradation. She closed her eyes and took Mr. Dubois into her mouth. He tasted different, felt different. He was gentler than Mr. Carter, his hands resting lightly on her head, guiding her movements, his touch a strange, unsettling contrast to Mr. Carter’s brutal possessiveness. He let her set the pace, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her lips stretched tight around his girth.

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

I sipped wine, thighs slick under the table, clit a constant throb. Evening wound down; baths called after the day's sweat. Manor's en-suites were pure luxury—clawfoot tubs big as beds, brass taps spewing steaming water scented with lavender oil. I ran it deep, bubbles foaming thick, stripping slow in front of the full-length mirror. Crop top peeled off, tits bouncing free—heavy, pale orbs with rosy areolas, nipples stiff peaks from arousal. Skirt dropped, thong last: peeled from soaked lips, string coated in creamy slick. Stepped in naked, shaved pussy gleaming—lips plump and pink, clit hooded but peeking, inner folds glistening. Sighed as heat enveloped me to my neck, bubbles parting aroun

He asked. she nodded eagerly and looked back at his dick, opening her mouth and sliding as much of it as she could get in at one time. Mr. Harrison groaned, and she moved her mouth slowly around him, loving the feeling of his smooth, throbbing dick in her mouth. He let her suck him for quite awhile, and her pussy was dripping more and more. The water had obviously warmed up because the bathroom began to steam and she began to breathe harder. Her head bobbed against Mr. Harrison's dick, and her entire body felt heightened. Her nipples were hard and her skin felt incredibly sensitive, and it wasn't long before she couldn't help herself from moving a hand down between her legs to relieve the ac

Daniel took a deep breath in defeat and got up from her body. Mrs. Winstead turned around when she heard the rustles. She walked towards Arabella with the ginger soup. When she saw the burn on her skin, she said in shock, “Young Madam, you…” Although Arabella’s body was wrapped in a bath towel, the front half of her body was exposed. Her snow-white skin was covered in large patches of red and it was shocking. Daniel unbuttoned his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves. He then took the ginger soup from Mrs. Winstead’s hands. “Bring me some ointment for burns.”

Book 2 Steam & Sin Jordan Pov The air in the private Elysium sauna was thick, heavy, and scorching. Steam rolled around me like a living thing as I sat on the top wooden bench, my towel barely draped over my lap. Sweat poured down my muscular chest, abs, and thighs. My heart was already racing, and it wasn’t just from the heat.

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.

“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.

“Don’t stop, slut. You’re almost there. Make us come too.” My hands obey even when my body is too weak, pumping them both with messy strokes. They groan, hips jerking. “Yes, keep going—” “She’s so perfect—” Hot streams spill across my breasts, my chest, my throat. I gasp as cum paints my skin, dripping down between my tits, streaking over my collarbone. Another pulse splatters against my lips, hot and salty. I lick it instinctively, moaning around the taste. The room fills with groans. My body is a mess—soaked, dripping and painted in their release.