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She was almost grasping to breathe until she felt something hot come out of his d*ck. "Swallow that sh*t," ordered Carlo, which Tricia immediately obeyed. He sighed, eyes shut, thinking about how unbelievably good it felt. After cumming, Carlo ordered her to lick his b*lls before undressing her whole body. He kissed Tricia's mouth, and tasted his own cum. He romanticized her like crazy, biting and licking her, and he could not control his tongue from tasting her body.

Surprisingly, it wasn't only a book but a novel about the relationship between a married man and his maid. With a smile on her face, she opened the book and the first line was already driving her crazy. She pushed her legs apart, her hand making way to her cunt. She closed her eyes, imagining Styx's hand on her body, tracing it down to the entrance of her cunt. She imagined him, pushing his fingers deep into her cunt, caressing her br****... "Styx..."

His warm mouth engulfs the head, and he takes me down inch by inch until the whole thing is buried inside him. We work our mouths in tandem, our tongues gliding over each other, our moans muffled by the hard cocks between our lips. We lick and slurp and suck like there’s no tomorrow, the wet sounds echoing through the steamy room. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and we slide against each other like two giant, slippery eels. I leak a constant stream of precum, which Diesel eagerly swallows. His Adam’s apple works overtime, and his stubbled chin glistens with my fluids. He must be loving the taste, judging by the way his cock is throbbing in my mouth.

I slowly lifted one hand to my neck, my fingers tracing the sensitive skin there, but I couldn't stop reading. "Then I would bend her over and fuck her raw until she screams she belongs to me alone, filling her deep with load after load so she cannot forget who bred her." A soft whimper came out of me before I could even stop it. My fingers trembled on my neck and my other hand gripped my thighs, digging in slightly. Heat flooded my face because I could feel how soaked my panties were getting, the dampness spreading through the fabric and leaving me embarrassingly exposed.

“We should not be doing this.” “Tell me to stop then,” I growled, sucking on her neck. She did not tell me to stop. Instead, she took my hand and guided it down the front of her tiny shorts. My fingers found her completely bare. Soaked. Burning hot. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You are dripping for me.” Isabella whimpered as my fingers slid through her slick folds. “I have been wet since yesterday. Since the moment I hugged you.” I pushed two fingers inside her without warning. She was incredibly tight. Scorching hot. Her walls clenched around my fingers like velvet heat.

he whispered, his voice a seductive blend of authority and lust. I bit my lips. "I don't throw around suggestions lightly, Daddy." . As the water cascaded over us, the room filled with the heady scent of steam and desire. Dax's fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent delicious shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but arch into his touch. We kissed, our breaths mingling with the rhythmic noise of the shower. Lost in the dance of passion, I moaned wantonly, my hands exploring his inked body as his hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and slit, making me all wet.

"Girls! I want your steamiest, slutiest fantasies. Every single one of them. Karen, you go first." Karen was eager, voice husky. "I would give anything to be tied up in a room filled with strange men. Naked by the way. Each of them taking turns on all my holes until I can't take anymore." She bit her lips, pressing her legs together to ease the ache in her snatch.

he growled possessively, his hands roaming over her body, mapping out every curve and dip. Rosemary moaned, arching into his touch. “Yes, I’m yours. Your slut, your whore. Do whatever you want with me, baby boy.” Tails’ eyes gleamed with dark promise as he reached for the champagne bottle on the bedside table. He popped the cork and poured the bubbly liquid over her body, watching it cascade down her skin. “Drink up, slut,” he commanded, lapping at the champagne pooled in her navel. “You’re going to need your strength for what I have planned.”

Note: The title is a request from the reader. You can add yours when sending a request. This also has a touch of FF action. ..... The tray was warm against her palm as she walked in. There were three glasses of whiskey on the tray, and they should have made the tray cold, but they didn't. Ray crossed the main floor of The Scarlet Sea with her bare feet since they weren't allowed shoes in there, for those who have a foot fetish. The apron she was putting on was the only covering she had.

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