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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.

I found him in his study going through some documents on his table. His fingers thick and long where organizing the files and papers with utmost care. I did hope he had good touch when it came to rubbing and stroking pussy and making it wet. I strutted into the his study and leant over the large table in such a way my tits were so squeezed together they were falling out of my top for him again. I didn’t mind and I’m quite sure Henry enjoyed staring down the smooth young busty hollow between my breasts as it exposed out my low-cut top.

She was on her knees in the study, those big doe eyes looking up at me as she took my cock deeper into her throat. I woke up leaking precum, sheets ruined. No other woman compares. I’ve fucked a few since she left—cold, empty encounters—but they all pale. I want her innocence corrupted by me. Want to teach her how to ride a man’s face until she floods my tongue. Want to fill her womb with load after load until she’s marked as mine forever. Her nipples tightened against the lace of her bra. Elena shifted in the chair, one hand unconsciously drifting to the hem of her sundress. The silk whispered against her thighs as she read on, the journal detailing fantasies that grew darker and more posse

Genre: Steamy Dragon Beast Fantasy Romance Characters: Lustre Fleff: 26, an archivist with dragon blood hidden in her lineage, fiercely independent, olive skin with opal-hued eyes. Jammy Dracotar: 31, billionaire dragon-shifter, enigmatic, ruthless in business, darker in bed. Rumored to be part beast, part man entirely untouchable. . . . Lustre Fleff wasn’t supposed to be at the auction. It was private, invitation-only hosted in the belly of a mountain estate that only the rich or unreasonably powerful ever walked through. But she wasn’t just any librarian. She’d inherited more than books from her grandmother’s bloodline. Something old, coiled, and fire-breathing.

Slippery wet fucking pussy. I don’t know what I love more, the sound of a went cunt when you’re ramming into it or just the feeling of being inside. Either way, my Favorite thing to do is fucking. Even better if it’s with a screamer like this one. I smirked at the sight of her messy hair and jiggling tits. “Don’t stop, Callum. Please” Her voice was so low, my ears could barely pick them up.

"Come for me..." I felt like I was being swept over a waterfall of caramel into a bubbling brilliant lake below. My head was in the stars while my body rocked like a massive earthquake. Roman's scent and strength wrapped me with security and desire, and as I came down, my lips twisted into a smile of pure content. "You like that, baby?" Roman whispered. "So good.." I whispered. "You're insane." "Only the best for you," he said, rocking his hips slowly back and forth, grinding his cock against the tight walls of my dripping pussy.

The hot and slippery pathway elicited a satisfactory groan from me. Nora's body shook, sucking furiously on my tongue while moaning into my mouth as my fingers gained momentum. "God, Nathan, yes!!!" "Nah..." I muttered against her lips, increasing the pace of my fingers, not hesitating to slide in my forefinger. God, she was so wet, dripping and it was driving me crazy. "God's not the one making you drip, is he?" "Nooo!!! Fuck!!" Her hands flared in desperate search for something to hold on to, but since there was nothing in sight, she settled for the sleeves of my shirt, holding it tighter as I slid in and out with the kind of speed that even shook the desk.

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he asked before sliding those fingers between my lips and glancing toward Enzo. A smug smile crossed Enzo’s face as their eyes met, the silent exchange making my cheeks burn. He traced the lips of my pussy with deliberate slowness. “You’re so fucking wet, mon ami. I can’t wait to fill you up,” he chuckled, tapping the head of his cock lightly against my entrance. I tightened my grip around Damien and continued stroking him, matching the rhythm of my hand to the sounds filling the room. “Call me Daddy,” Enzo murmured as he leaned closer, lightly gripping my neck while teasing me with the tip of his cock.

“You feel so good, Romi. So soft. So warm.” He untied her robe, letting the silk fall open, revealing her full, ripe breasts. Her nipples, already hard, peaked through the sheer fabric of her bra. He made quick work of the clasp, tossing the bra aside. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and inviting. The thought of fucking two pussies in one day made him hard as fuck. “Oh, Kamil… you’re insatiable.” She moaned, her hands finding his hair, pulling his head down. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, drawing a sharp gasp from her. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, sending shivers through her. He kneaded her other breast, his thumb circling her erection.