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My skin was too sensitive, and my body too aware of every single nerve ending. The heat pooled lower. I closed my eyes, head tipping back against the tile, and let my fingers wander. I inhaled sharply, pleasure dragging through my skin slowly as I traced my own skin, the steam wrapped around me and making my body hypersensitive. I closed my eyes, a whimper escaping my lips as golden eyes flashed behind my eyelids. My breath hitched. I didn’t push the thought away. Instead, I leaned into it, imagining strong hands holding me, pressing against my clit. Imagining the voice of someone I’d never heard before as he pinned me against the wall with heat rolling through me in waves.

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

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I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

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.

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Her moist pussy, swollen pussy lips and sexy legs made my penis throb. The stair well is warm and clammy from a steam pipe hissing steam as I approached this goddess. The steam made her smooth skin glisten as beads of sweat cascaded down her skin. Her body jumps as I run my hands up her cafes, my breathe is short as I enjoy the feel of her softness.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

God, is that black hair curling through some of the openings between buttons? My thighs clench together all on their own and I gasp, because I've never felt that tug between my legs before. It's a warm, melting twist that doesn't end, only gets more intense as Cain puffs on a short cigar, releasing a steady stream of smoke toward the ebbing sunset.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.