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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.

Genre: Explicit Steamy Fantasy Romance | Dragon Shifter | Dark Romance | Delayed Pleasure | Sex Toys Characters: Ziaanat: A headstrong, curious mortal woman with dragon blood she doesn’t know about. Tovian: The unhinged, brooding Dragon King, tormented by centuries of hunger, lust, and a prophecy that names Ziaanat as his only release. . .

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

My cunt was swollen, raw, and completely filled, the thick, white fluid slowly dripping out onto the dark wood. The woman looked up at me, a wicked, hungry smile touching her lips. Then, she leaned down and buried her face straight between my thighs, her flat tongue lapping heavily over my filled, hyper-sensitive center. The shock of her warm tongue hitting my hyper-sensitive flesh made my entire lower body jerk. I let out a loud, broken cry, my hips lifting completely off the desk as she swiped flat and heavy across my swollen opening. She didn't mind the mess at all; she drank it in, lapping up the thick, white fluid the Beta had left deep inside me, cleaning my skin with a fierce, hungry

Little sparks of energy shot through my limbs and I wondered if I could make myself cum again if I kept it up like this. The hot steam from the boiling pot rose to caress my eyelashes, while the smell from my own steaming pot wafted up across my nose. I had to stop, my god! I backed away from my static grinding partner and fished the ripe pasta from the water, placing their hot rubbery bodies into a colander in the sink. The delicious smell of the Italian staple was making my mouth water, and I dripped some extra virgin across the crowded bowl, infusing them with a slick slippery bath of green oil. Even my dinner was turning me on.

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

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.

His brows furrowed, and just when he's about to go out in the room, Demie came out from the bathroom— on her red silk satin bathrobe that ends on her mid-thighs. Suddenly, the temperature in the room went hot. Sandro can't help himself but gaze upon an exquisite and ravishing woman in red in front of him. From her slightly open mouth that made him lick his lips, and his eyes followed the droplet of water from her wet hair that went to her visible cleavage. Sandro can see her round breasts that are under the bathrobe that made his c*ck screaming. And the mouth-watering sweet scent of Demie is urging Sandro to have a taste of it. And prove that they taste as sweet as they smell. Just by thinki

It screamed power and silent wealth. A remote lay near the edge of the bed, I picked it up and slowly crawled up to the mattress. I curled Into the soft sheets and switched on the TV. Looked like he'd been watching something before he left. Minutes passed. I kept watching, the bourbon warming my veins, making everything feel soft and hazy around the edges. Then a scene appeared on screen. A slow burn kissing scene. I watched as the man trailed his lips down the woman's skin. Clothes fell away, one piece at a time and in a blink they were both stark naked.

Sara could hear how soaked she was every time he pumped his fingers in and out. “Yes… right there,” she gasped. Her thighs started to shake. She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him against her. Professor Kane did not seem to mind. He ate her out with more hunger, licking and sucking like he had been starving for her. Sara’s orgasm built fast. The pressure grew in her belly, spreading down to her pussy. Her walls clenched around his fingers again and again. She tried to stay quiet, but small whimpers kept escaping.