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Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 2 Oh my god… I can’t believe this is really happening. My body is still trembling from the most intense orgasm of my life. Dean’s mouth my stepfather’s mouth just made me come so hard I saw stars. My pussy is still pulsing, dripping wetter than ever, and instead of feeling guilty, all I feel is desperate need for more. I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long, touching myself in secret while imagining his hands, his tongue, his cock… and now he’s here, looking at me like he wants to devour me completely.

he murmured against her flesh, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. His fingers established a steady pace, pushing deeper with each stroke while his tongue continued its relentless attention. Wendy's breathing became ragged, her body tensing as pleasure built within her. Just as she approached the edge, Felix slowed his movements, drawing back slightly. "Not yet," he murmured, looking up to meet her frustrated gaze. "I want to savor this." He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with his tongue, pushing it inside her. The change in sensation made Wendy cry out, one hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound.

“And Evelyn? Wear whatever makes you feel like the filthy little obsession you are.” I left his office on unsteady legs, my thighs were filled with dried juice while I clutched the leather book like a dirty secret.That night in my dorm, I read the marked passages slowly, touching myself the entire time. The words blurred with my own fantasies, his fingers, his voice and the way he had commanded my orgasm like he already owned it.

Sanctum of Flesh, Citadel of Eldros The doors sealed behind Lies with a heavy, moaning groan of ancient stone making her flinch. The sanctum pulsed with heat and silence—a silence thick enough to wrap around her thighs and crawl up between them. It wasn't just warm. The air was humid, saturated with something older than scent: magic steeped in lust, pressure, hunger. The walls themselves dripped faintly with condensation, like the stone was sweating in anticipation.

Her lips parted, her teeth grazing her lower lip as she bit down, her nipples hard. The sight of her fingers working her wet, willing flesh drove him to the brink of madness. His own hand mirrored hers, stroking furiously, his skin slick with sweat and precum. He could imagine the feel of her, the impossible softness, the searing heat, the way her body would clench around him. His mind spun a web of vivid, illicit fantasies. He saw her hand on him, her fingers stroking his length. He saw her lips, red and parted, closing around the head of his cock.

I imagined him behind me, pressing his thick cock against my ass while his fingers plunged inside me. I dipped two fingers into my dripping entrance, pumping slowly, my other hand squeezing my breast through the dress. “Mmm… Jace,” I moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Please… fuck me.” My fingers moved faster, slick sounds filling the luxurious bathroom. I was soaked, arousal coating my thighs as I chased the fantasy. In my head, he had me bent over, collar around my throat, calling me his dirty little secret while Mia slept downstairs. “Oh god… yes, Sir…” The word slipped out unbidden, sending a fresh gush of wetness over my fingers.

Pre-cum glistened like mercury in the moonlight. “Open.” She did. He guided himself past her lips, slow at first, letting her adjust to the chill of his flesh, the velvet hardness. Then deeper. Her throat relaxed under that silver stare; she took him to the root, nose brushing coarse dark hair that smelled of old books and iron. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now suck.” She hollowed her cheeks, tongue swirling, hands braced on powerful thighs. He groaned, low, reverent, fingers threading into her hair. Then he tilted her head back, exposing the long column of her throat.

When I got home and I ran a hot tub of water; my legs and arms burned and throbbed from the unaccustomed exercise. I poured half of a bottle of lilac scented bath oil into the steaming water and sank into it gratefully, closing my eyes. I wonder how Gracie would look naked? My eyes jerked back open but the image persisted. My hand moved to my pussy, rubbing at the swollen bud of my clit, until I couldn’t bear it anymore. I came almost immediately. Afterwards, I lay in the water torn between being embarrassed at my improper fantasy and excited about the next time I’d see Gracieagain.