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"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

Heather was explicit that she did not provide sexual services but apparently there was no rule about someone's partner doing that. Marissa began to taunt her husband and he began to moan. As you might expect, Robert's weakness and need to submit was one subject. But a surprise to me was she included the humiliation of being exposed to a beautiful stranger (me) was also a topic. As she began stroking him with more vigor, she added that she wanted to fuck me instead of him. That appeared to arouse him further as he groaned and asked his wife for permission to cum. "You know what that means, don't you?" Marissa asked her husband.

My mouth watered. “Look at that pretty pink pussy,” he murmured. “Still dripping from earlier. You love being used, don’t you, Hazel?” “Yes, Derick,” I whispered, cheeks burning with shame and arousal. He rolled his chair closer. “Crawl to me.” I did, on all fours, stopping between his spread thighs. His cock stood thick and heavy, veins pulsing, the head already leaking precum. It looked even bigger up close. “Clean it first,” he said, voice dark. “With your tongue.”

she whimpered, feeling the hot filth coat her from forehead to chin. It kept coming, thick strings of cum covered her, dripping down her chin and onto her chest. She tried to lick up all the filthy goodness she could, panting wildly as he spilled his seed on her dirty face.

he murmured Chloe whimpered. She tried to keep quiet, but small sounds escaped anyway, sharp, needy breaths. The shower ran loudly overhead, but Mia could come down any second. Damien pumped his fingers slowly, curling them against the front wall of her pussy. His thumb stayed on her clit, rubbing steady pressure. “Come for me,” he ordered softly. “Right here. While she’s washing my come off her body from last night. Come on my fingers like the dirty girl who watches her cousin get fucked.”

ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTAR WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

"That doggy pose... I don't like it." The smell of sweat and seed filled the cabin, the fire in the hearth creating a warm atmosphere. The slurping sounds followed each thrust, each penetration accompanied by the passage of his seed inside her. She was full, but he was going to fill her with more, and more, and more. "Akgghhhh...I...akgghhhh... Muum!!!" He released more seed inside her, everything going dark before his eyes. "I feel it...yes...yes...more...yes." She held on as Cedric collapsed on her back, unable to control his body any longer, his hands holding Seraphina's dangling tits, cupping her nipples. He kissed her shoulder.

“That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pretty cries. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She moaned, pushing forward against his hand. “Dirty little girl.” He pinched her clit, loving the sound that escaped her mouth after. “On your hands and knees, Printsessa. You sound like you’re aching for more.” Charlotte immediately got on her hands and knees, imitating her current position on the screen. Maksim knelt behind her on the floor, lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed into her in a slow torturous movement. Charlotte wiggled her ass back, wanting more.