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Sophia worked my dripping pussy with deep, sensual strokes, opening me wider, teasing that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. My whole body burned. The rich scent of oil and sex filled my lungs. The wet glide of their hands, the pinch of fingers on my nipples, the stretch of Sophia’s fingers inside me, the taste of vanilla on my tongue, the sight of their flushed, hungry faces. Everything overwhelmed me. I was completely theirs. Moaning, dripping, trembling on the table while they slowly drove me out of my mind. The tension between the three of us crackled like electricity. I did not know how much longer any of us could hold back before we all broke.

He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back. "Say it louder," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching me wide, the wet sounds loud in the room as he fucked me with them fast. "Tell me you love my cum inside you." "I love it," I moaned, voice breaking, hips bucking up to meet his hand. "Fuck, Haiden, I love your cum leaking out of me, I love feeling you all day." It was embarrassing how true it was, how my body craved it, pussy soaking his fingers, clit throbbing every time he brushed it with his thumb.

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

The fact that she had a pretty face and great body, combined with her inexperience and shyness, got Josephine even hornier. There was something wild, irresistible and purely sexy about that girl. Josephine wanted that soft skin to rub against hers. She couldn't wait to rub her pussy against April's pussy. Oh fuck. The erotic thoughts of her and April in a scissors position, rubbing and pressing their pussies against each other, made the volume her moans and groans increase. She increased the movement of her fingers, brutal thrusting and ramming her fingers into her pussy over and over again, her thumb coming in contact with her sensitive clit with every powerful thrust.

Step into a raw, no-holds-barred world of hardcore er*tica where every craving is dragged into the light and f*cked senseless. This explicit collection delivers nasty, dripping-wet stories packed with rough, filthy encounters — from dominant males claiming their willing (and unwilling) girls, to twisted group gangbang, taboo power exchanges, and degrading pleasures that leave bodies sore, dripping, and begging for more. No vanilla bullshit here. Expect graphic c*cks slamming deep, sloppy holes stretched and used, dirty talk that would make a whore blush, cum-soaked endings, and all the nasty kinks that cross every line. All here. These tales don’t tease — they pound you relentlessly

Days passed in a haze and in each moment, I hungered for my saviour. On this sleepless day, I just couldn’t bear it. I slid my hand under my camisole and ran my palm over my breast, teasing the nipple until it hardened. Why did you leave me, you terrible terrible cop, when you could have all of me? A soft moan spilled from me as I stroked my clit in slow circles. It was his fingers touching me, his lips at my neck, whispering dirty, beautiful things. I arched into my own hand, biting my lip to keep from calling out his name.

CHAPTER 4. SEXUAL ADDICTION I don't care about anything anymore. The world outside this room, the family downstairs, the fifty days of self-control I sacrificed—it all dissolves into a hazy, unimportant mess. The only reality is the heat of her body beneath mine, the wet, desperate sounds we are making, and the sheer, overwhelming friction of our locked hips. The both of us are crying out loud right now, our voices blending into a single, frantic sound of ecstasy and transgression. “Oh my God, yes! Oh, fuck, baby!” she is screaming, her voice raw, her head thrown back against the pillows.

"Totally! I'm flabbergasted right now, that sounds exactly like that scene between Domino and Isobel." And she hasn't even heard the rest of it. Domino and Isobel were the main protagonists in one of my favorite erotica novels; Specific Taste. Domino was a dominant older man who introduced a young, nineteen years old Isobel to the inescapable world of abound lust and sinful pleasure. Domino and Isobel were lovers who craved each other with every fibre of their being. The Devil and I are not lovers, I have never and will never view him from that angle. N-E-V-E-R.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

My hand m‍ove​d on its o​wn, fingers slipping u‌nder the damp‍ fabric, finding my clit, pressing‍ hard, circli‌ng once, twice, matching his pace. Anna droppe⁠d to her knees be​side them, silent‌ and grace‌ful, sliding one hand up Greta’⁠s trem⁠bli​n‍g thigh, c‍upping a breast, pinching the n‍ipple until Gret‌a his‌se⁠d.