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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."

I am awakened several times, gently but firmly pulled from sleep by their insatiable desires, by this craving that never seems to extinguish. The first time, it's a light, almost imperceptible caress that brushes my skin and makes me shiver. I open my eyes, still hazy with sleep, and meet their gazes, bright with an intensity that consumes me. They say nothing, but their hands speak for them, tracing lines of fire on my body, awakening every fiber of my being. I let them, I surrender to this wave of desire that overwhelms me, and together, we plunge into a sensual, bewitching dance, where each movement is a promise, each sigh a prayer.

It was so very nice to feel them all over your body! Your orgasm was long and hard and very good. But, now you need a fucking, a long hard fucking. Your pussy needs a dick. And there stands this sexy young man. The other men have moved out from between your open thighs and the handsome young man has moved in. Your arms and legs are still tied off and you are so open and so exposed to them all. They take photos of your open cunt wet and swollen red with your need.

Uncle Wilton turned me on in way other man had ever done. Perhaps, I should do away with the erotica book that consume my daily thoughts. The stories in them had me stealing glances at Uncle Wilton in the first place and he had sensed my desire for him. He pulled me closer as I tried to turn on the lock to the door. My buttocks was to his cock as he fished his cock out. "Where will aunt May think you are presently?" I questioned, my eyes danced around in circles as he teased me with his cock.

that gets half the work done. Now let’s get that hot little skirt off you. Yeah, undo the buttons slowly and let it slide down your sexy thighs. Feel that smooth material glide down, savour the sensation on your responding skin. Oh, you are so perfect. Yeah, give me a smile, sweetie... as you kick away your skirt. Oh, look at those cute cotton panties. Is that a telltale damp smear I see at the crotch... oh, yes... you are so ready for this, baby. Oh, yeah... toss your head back and run your fingers through your hair... let your body build up all that sexual energy. Ah, beautiful. Now lie back on the bed and run your hands all over your body. Feel the sexual energy charging up all inside you

He finished inside her, groaning quietly as his cum flooded her again. Elena became addicted to the danger and the pleasure. Every Thursday she grew wetter just walking into the library. She started touching herself lightly in class while looking at Roman. Her pussy stayed constantly sensitive. She loved the way her ass stung after his spankings. She loved feeling his cum leak out of her for hours afterward.

ARC 27: VELVET CUFFS TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit taboo erotica, public risk, under-table foot play, bathroom sex, rough oral, forced deepthroating, degradation, CNC elements and graphic sexual content.. Mature readers only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark fiction ------- Kailani's pov Sarah's hands digs into my side for the hundredth time this evening trying to get my attention But I can’t tear my eyes off the corner where Red is practically fucking that girl in front of everyone.

Elara arched into him, her own heat responding, slick need building as her body prepared for what the rut demanded. He kissed her deeply, tongues dancing in a rhythm that spoke of forbidden years of longing. “You’ve always been mine,” he murmured against her lips. “Even when I fought it.” The rut surged then, his control slipping as he positioned her beneath him. He entered her with a slow, deep thrust, filling her completely in one smooth motion. The stretch was intense, perfect, their bodies locking in that primal dance.

“Just breathe, little one.” He stayed still, whispering soft words against my skin, kissing away the tears that slipped free. Only when the sharpest edge of the pain faded did I whisper that he could move. He did. He started slow — long, careful strokes that let me feel every inch as he sank deeper. Each time he almost pulled out, then filled me again, the stretch turned into something hotter. He found a spot inside me that made my toes curl and my breath catch. “You take me so well,” he groaned. “Such a perfect little mate… made to be filled by me.”

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.