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And there she was — Professor Mia Cromwell — bent over, trying to gather the scattered books, her pencil skirt hugging her ass in a way that made my cock twitch. I crouched down beside her and helped pick them up, handing her the stack with a small smile. “Here you go, Professor,” I said, my voice low. “You seem a little… distracted today.” Mia took the books from me, cheeks flushing that beautiful shade of pink I was quickly becoming addicted to. Her fingers brushed mine for a brief second, and I felt the spark of the mate bond shoot through both of us. She pulled back quickly, clutching the textbooks to her chest like armor.

Her cunt was swollen and glistening, a thick string of arousal already leaking down to her ass. “Look how fucking wet you are,” Yusuf muttered, sliding two thick fingers inside her easily. Fatima cried out, her walls clenching greedily around his digits. “I’m always this wet when I think about haram cock,” she gasped, riding his fingers shamelessly. “Please… I need your dick. I’ve been dying to suck it.”

I could feel every inch of him go in and out in seconds, he was so full inside me, I couldn’t breathe. And not because he was choking me, but because the sensation around was killing me. He drove in deeper and faster and I screamed out in pleasure and closed my eyes. “Look at me”, he demanded. “Look at me as I ruin you”, he said again. Then he smacked my ass hard making me start begging. I don’t even know what I was begging for but the feeling around was too good i just had to start begging. “Fuck Youre so sweet Ava, damn Youre so fight”

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

His chest pressed against my back, one hand gripping my hip, the other braced on the shelf above my head. He started moving. Hard, fast thrusts that rocked me against the books. The shelf creaked softly with every slam. I pushed back to meet him, needing more. The wet sound of our bodies filled the small space between the stacks. “Quiet, baby,” he reminded me, but his pace didn’t slow. “They might still be upstairs.” I nodded, moaning into my arm. Each thrust hit deep, sending sparks through me. His free hand slid around to rub my clit in rough circles. The double sensation made my knees weak.

Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public. ” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.

The first smut scene he came across was tastefully done. He reluctantly stopped reading when he saw an hour had passed. It was a shame to stop reading, but he did have a job to do. “It’s good isn’t it?” Becca said with a grin. “I’m really hoping he submits something else soon. We do have a six book deal with him so he’s got one book left.” Zach wondered what type of person Damien Black was based on his writing. His mental imagining of female centric erotica authors was middle aged women unsatisfied with their husbands. Damien Black seemed like someone refined and well read.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

Without thinking, he looked down at the obvious bulge; and to his horror, Diamanda’s eyes followed his. ‘Oh, wow,’ she breathed, ‘This gets weirder and weirder.’ 'I'm sorry. You don’t know me. This’s so embarrassing,’ he burbled, feeling the blush come racing up his throat and his erection get horrifically harder. ‘Don’t worry about it,' Diamanda answered airily, her initial surprised reaction melting into something more teasing and confident; a kind of amused resignation that was still ever-so-slightly laced with ’ wonder. ‘And I do know you — in a way. You’re not the only person who watches people ... I do it all . the time. How do you think I get ideas for my books - and stories?’ She pau

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