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I moaned with approval as I bucked my hips upwards, hoping they would penetrate deeper. "You want him to cum for you? Would you let him cum in your married pussy?" Steve continued to tease me. 'My god, why was this so hot?' I thought, his dirty suggestions driving me closer to the edge. "Keep your eyes closed for me, lay back and enjoy, while you make him cum." Steve went on and on. I wanted to obey. "Umm hum..." was all I was able to mumble in my excited state. I felt myself getting wetter and could feel my juices leaking down the crease of my thigh and onto the seat below me.

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“Fills me so deep I can feel him in my stomach. Look how stretched I am. Look how wet. This is what you get when you call a woman cold in bed. This is what real want looks like.” Roman groaned like he was dying and came again, flooding me a second time, cock pulsing hard and deep. I felt every thick spurt, the heat of it filling me until it leaked out around his shaft in heavy white streams that ran down my ass and onto the sheets, perfectly framed for the camera and every viewer. He pulled out slowly. I stayed open, legs spread wide, and reached down with two fingers to scoop his cum, holding it up to the lens so the light caught it.

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I arched my back, my other hand migrating upward to massage my breasts with a desperate hunger. I pinched my nipples through the fabric, imagining my stepdad's large, calloused hands replacing mine. I closed my eyes tight, visualizing Silas(stepdad) standing over me, his heavy weight pinning me to the mattress. "Silas... please," I whimpered. The friction intensified, the shlicking sound of my fingers sliding in and out of my slick pussy, heat filling the room. I pushed deeper, the thought of how he reached past me to set the glass on the counter, his forearm brushing against my breast, most especially my nipple.. It was a fleeting touch, but it felt like an electric shock hitting my cervix,

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.

My pen trembled as I handed in my assignment. The pages felt heavy with my secret thoughts. I'd poured my deepest desires into that story – clear pictures of the heat inside me when I watched my friends in their soft dresses, or saw them in the showers, their bodies wet and shiny. I was nineteen, a tomboy, but I hungered for lace and curves. I'd never acted on it. Until now.

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

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Her walls milked me in rhythmic spasms, a fresh flood of cream coating my shaft as she thrashed, screaming into the cushions. I pulled at the last second and came on her ass. My hot cum painted her ass cheeks and lower back, marking her as mine in this stolen moment. We collapsed together, panting. Her body was limp and glowing, and my arms wrapped around her waist.