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My hole kept twitching and clenching around nothing, aching to be filled again. I felt desperate and empty. God, I’m addicted to my best friend’s father’s dick. How did I get here yet I couldn't stop myself as I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering how deep he had buried his tongue in me earlier while stroking my cock. The wet, obscene sounds. The way he would call me his greedy little slut. My hand slipped down toward my aching erection before I caught myself. “No touching,” I whispered to myself, curling my fingers into a fist. Those were Marcus’s orders from the kitchen earlier. ‘No cumming until I say so.’

” “No we shouldn’t-“ just as Ivy patted her lips to let those words out, Jax kissed her. Deeper- hungrier than the last kiss they shared. Ivy let herself drown in the kids before she realized…”we shouldn’t be doing this”..,she said But Jax only pulled her closer…he was hungry for more. Just as their kiss was starting to get heated…they heard footsteps echoing from the hallway… Ivy pushed away and rushed to the library door when she heard…”Ivy”…Dominic’s voice echoed through the hallway. He had been looking for the love of his life but instead, she was in the library…hooking up with his elder brother.

Mitch withdrew his fingers and spread my wetness over my clit. “Ohh…yes..” I gasped, my voice rising in the silent basement. “No, sister,” Mitch murmured, a mischievous edge curling through his voice. “We’re not done with you yet.” Hans pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved two fingers in instead. "Promise us you'll be a good slut, Yassy." He moved his fingers inside my mouth for a moment before pulling them out almost instantly.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

He kissed em maturely, without too much spit or roo much tongue. Just his mouth moving up and down my own mouth, taking it in one by one and take it out too simultaneously. I felt his hands trace my dress, moving it a little higher and touching my underwear. I was becoming so scared, this was my dad trying to get under my pants, literally. “I do not think we should be doing this, it is incest.” I whispered into his ears and pulled out, staring at him, almost breathless, trying ti catch my breath with each heavy breathing.

The scene of the two people walking out of the building unit was unexpectedly captured by someone. Soon, news was published. The Maddox family's daughter and the Keller family's son were suspected of cohabiting, with the niece and nephew becoming lovers! # Niece and uncle become lovers, is it considered incest? # Does a teacher-student relationship affect the submission quota?

This story will also contain extremely detailed and graphic sexual content! I want to make this clear to save any negative comments regarding incest relationships, but also, this is a FORBIDDEN story in the FORBIDDEN LOVE COMPETITION. Please bear that in mind. Thank you, and enjoy.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

Sarah had texted Daniel an hour earlier: “Pick up milk, bread, and whatever else we need. Ethan’s tagging along—he needs stuff for his new apartment.” That was the official story. The real story started three months ago in the guest bedroom after too much wine at Sarah’s birthday dinner. A late-night kitchen raid turned into hands under shirts, mouths crashing together in the dark pantry while Sarah slept upstairs. Since then it had been stolen moments—quick handjobs in the garage, blowjobs in Ethan’s car in the driveway, once even a frantic fuck on the laundry room floor while Sarah was at yoga. Never enough. Never safe. Always hungry.

“Good. Because I have not forgotten you either. Every time you clean this room, I find little traces of you. The way you fold the towels perfectly. The faint scent of your shampoo. I left those chocolates for you on purpose. Did you like them?” “I did,” I admitted, meeting his gaze. “They were the best I have ever tasted. Thank you. You did not have to do that.” “I wanted to. You work hard, Hazel. You deserve something sweet.” He stepped even closer, towering over me. “Tell me more about your studies. What is your favorite kind of forbidden story?” I shifted in the chair, suddenly very aware of how alone we were. “Ones where the powerful man notices the innocent girl. Where the attraction is