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"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.

Brecc growled. She moaned, forgetting all about the room and sighing in bliss. “God, yes. That feels good.” Eros sucked her nipples, biting down and leaving them wet stinging points. He slid a hand down, cupped her pussy and slid a finger between her pussy lips to her entrance and then up to her clit. “You’re so wet. Slick and hot.” Eros let go of her body to strip off his clothing. Then he pulled her to the bed and sat at the edge. He placed her hands to either side of his hips at the same time Brecc hauled her hips back, until she was leaning down, hovering over his cock.

Elise’s fingers scrabbled at the blotter, searching for purchase. “Touch your clit,” he ordered. “Show me how desperate you are.” She obeyed—reaching between her thighs, rubbing fast while he pounded into her. The dual sensation was too much. She came a second time—harder, sharper—screaming into her own arm to muffle the sound. Her walls milked him rhythmically; Adrian’s control finally snapped. He buried himself deep, ground against her ass, and came with a guttural groan—hot pulses flooding inside her, spilling out around his cock as he kept thrusting through the aftershocks.

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“Maybe you should crawl when you bring me my coffee.” “Shut up, Mr. Carson.” But I’m too distracted to get mad. His shaft is long and thick and impressive, weighing heavily against my palm, and my jaw aches just looking at it. When I grip him gently, dragging my hand down his length, Ansel lets out a soft hiss. “Harder.” Ooh-kay. I squeeze him tighter; make my grip a little mean. Ansel’s hips buck an inch off the desk. “Yeah. Christ. Just like that.” His whole body is tense, his thighs rock hard beneath his dark pants. I stroke him again, reveling in the way he jerks and curses, muttering in French under his breath.

A firm tap on her thigh, not painful, but sharp enough to jolt her. “You don’t beg yet,” he said. “You earn it.” She whimpered again, not from pain, but from pure frustration. He continued with changing sensations: soft strokes, quick taps, breathless pauses. One moment, he kissed her slowly. The next, he used a small leather paddle across her backside, each strike followed by a kiss, a touch, a whisper of praise. “Good girl,” he murmured. “So responsive. So eager.” Her body was on fire, not from harshness, but from the slow, intentional opening of her control.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Esther was amazed to feel her throat shrinking as it left her, like elastic snapping back but in slow motion, she gasped a few times, yelped “Fuck as Curt found her clit again, and swallowed tentatively a few times. The door to the room was rattling. It had been locked when they came in and clearly whoever was trying to open it now had a large bunch of very similar keys as he was making very little progress and plenty of noise. She heard Theo’s voice swearing, muffled by the door. Something about his physical presence while she was like this thrilled her. She reached down and grabbed Curt’s hair guiding him to the right spot and thrusting her hips, grinding her clit into his tongue. ‘Fingers

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.