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On a side table, rows of red candles sat beside bottles of oil and lube. "What the hell?" Emma gasped. She never imagined Romero would be such a freak. She imagined him bringing sexy girls into this secret playground. Yes, he was rich enough to get girls who shared similar sexual kinks. She thought about how he would make their bodies coil with a mix of pleasure and pain... Images of Romero doing freaky things with baddies filled Emma's mind. A rush of heat flooded her body. Her nipples stiffened against her lace bra. It rubbed against the fabric. A warm, throbbing sensation bloomed between her thighs. Her pussy grew slick. The sudden wetness made her press her legs together.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

The lecture hall door unlocked with a click, and she slipped out, her body still tingling from the multiple orgasms. She knew she should feel guilty, but all she could think about was how much she needed this again

I even traced a circle on my panty and cut it, boring a hole in the middle of it right through my pussy. I was already in my sleep when touches toward my body woke me up, there were ten hands going through my body at least. “Fuck! Her underwear has a huge hole.” It was Marhenry, the youngest of them all, he’s 35 and has a son my age and a daughter younger than me. “I should fuck her first. The younger one should be the first.” He joked then they all laughed. He didn’t remove my underwear. The hole was perfectly cut right to my pussy that his tongue went inside the moment he flicked it in.

Hello, and welcome to The Forbidden Princess and Her Mafia Men. Deep within this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and all things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark as well as a reverse harem. So please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please consider that when venturing into this book as you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops. Marcus screamed through the ring gag, but it came out as a wet gargle. The five demons circled Lila slowly, breathing heavy, sulfur and raw lust thick in the air. She stood there trembling, cum still leaking down her thighs from the first two, but her pussy was clenching visibly, hungry for more.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Harlan raised Riven’s arm higher, but the celebration was short-lived. A deep voice boomed from the shadows near the back of the warehouse. “I’m not done yet, Reaper.” A massive figure pushed through the throng. Jaxor Veyl another underground legend with a shaved head, jagged facial scars, and a body built like a wrecking ball. He was known for dirty fights and even dirtier tastes. Harlan’s gold tooth flashed in a wicked grin as he winked at the newcomer. “We got ourselves a bonus round, boys! Reaper versus Veyl. Winner still takes the prize.”

“Yeah, hopefully they don’t cause problems here, they don’t see things the way the Berserkers do, all they want is battles, sex and booze.” I nodded, “they know their orders and they would never betray Odin. I don’t think we have to worry about it.” “I’ll wait up for the others to return. You need the rest more than me.” Thana pointed out, looking at my arm. “Thanks, Thana.” I yawned. “Hopefully, I can get rid of this cast tomorrow.” “No problem.” She smiled. I headed into my tent, stripped to my bra and panties, and got into my sleeping bag. Falling asleep was harder than I had expected. I kept going over everything from the nightclub and the vampire’s image kept popping up in my head.

Michael asks as we come closer. Lana points to a page on the journal, “Le destructeur de tous et de ses proches, la mort, la guerre et la Pestilence, récolteront la destruction de tous. Le sacrifice de l'humanité sera son champion. Si l'amour et la bonté prévalent, le monde sera sauvé. Si la mort et l'avidité réussissent, la fin sera un nouveau commencement rempli de mort, d'assujettissement et de destruction.”