Forbidden Fantasies: A Steamy Erotica Collection

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am; two hours early. And no, I wasn't eager to com

replay Sebastian's video over and over again wi

early would've been my es

as I stepped into the office, Mrs White stormed in like she

ice was going to be opened by

outfit I couldn't spend time thinking about th

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calm down

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eared like a storm cloud

le floor to hear. "What is this nonsense

tening to burst out of my th

s White with the oily smile he ha

diately. Cat, go to the store a

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ak room chair at 3:30, my l

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ird ring, voice flat

ng tonight, I made your favourite;

of sitting across him, of his eyes stripping me

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the disappointed sigh she makes t

time then. I mis

Mom." The words

against the chair, my head

thing to avoid him. Anything to pret

its way to th

his morning. I told myself I was just there

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d, hearing rushing b

my breath, clenching my thighs togeth

dropping it onto the

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app. He was

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said you wouldn't be

typed back, forcing co

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next mess

if she finds out you were hitting on your dad

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message

ght 7pm sharp and don't forget to

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I tell mom

I even save a dude two years younger than me as daddy

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lackmail bomb had dropped, ditching my work slacks for the shortest black dress I had stashed in my bag. It was basically

ess he'd asked for. Expecting my stepdad's dick fel

might do. Would he be bold enough to

I pulled into the driveway at 6:58, I was already slick with my c

or a minute my nails sinking deep into my

Blackmail or not, walk away." But my body didn't

the dress down( was pointless anyway cause it kept going ba

d on the

standing in front of me smelling o

d your mind about th

cing a smile. "Work

a was. The house was warm, lit soft with lamps, the scent of

ast

ck shirt that hugged his chest with his sle

way the dress clung to my tits, my nipples already pebbling under the thin fabric from the chill. T

ow and casual. My pussy jolted

e announced plating up Alfredo pasta swirled

me across from him. A

down I hadn't

He used his bare foot to nudge my ankle under the

drama at her salon, obliv

d my thighs together, but without panties, it only made the slickness wo

t mine over

asked an innocent questi

exed against my knee now, prying gently. I resis

a l

t my exposed cunt. I bit

d before turning to me. "You loo

f it pressed against my inner thigh, jus

, smirking. "Sh

e my hips twitch forward involuntarily. My dress had ridden up c

oes nudged higher, brushing the edge of my folds. I jolted, clattering

red. "Wouldn't want

teased the outer lips, dipping just enough to feel

y. Mom kept talking while he kept stroking lightly,

down my crack, po

en can you help Seb tidy up? I'd be going to sleep. Goodnight." She

tay up t

, the door of her room h

g room fe

tension. My pussy was clenching ove

is chair, his foot st

irl, yo

, but my voice crack

. "Stand up, let me see

sita

to your mom? Show her how her daughter spreads

t was why I was here, not becau

t.

turned darker as they dropped to my bare pussy, the lips puff

lthy little slu

my chest. I bent slightly

own your thighs already. You've been wet a

face burning with sha

e, guiding his hands to my hips first rough and possessive

ing my folds. I moaned, loud now that mom was

y fingers already. You came

ow

my clit lightly making me buc

by inch, showcasing my bare thighs then hips. Then my stomach before my nipples which

"Perfect fucking tits.

ait to cum

. The fact that he preferred mine to my mom

ng, tasting like wine and sin. His hands were rubbing against every part of my body; gripping my ass

pussy against his jeans. I could fe

asti

he table, shifting the plates. He leaned down the

y, pl

softly with his teeth. I cried out, my fingers in his hair.

mine from the start, instead o

of my legs again. Two fingers plunged into my pussy e

cking me in. You're tighter tha

g with each thrust. He added a third finge

irt on my fingers li

nching hard. My wetness gushed over his hand and the tabl

od girl. Now,

hands. His cock sprang free, thicker than his video, his cap flushing dark

t, kitten. Show me

fucking my mouth slowly. "Fuck... your mouth's better too. I should've

fucking wrong but it made me soak harder,

pretty mouth. Swa

wallowed, milking him. When he pulled out, I gasped, my l

kissing me filthy

you and bury my spurt deep into your wom

ly, already rui

coming ho

ht, I was

dn't wan