Forbidden Fantasies: A Steamy Erotica Collection

pte

n's

long legs, always in short skirts with a curious eyes that lingere

in front of me in her skimpy clothes, exposing way too much for her age or even sit across the living room in tiny sho

'd met at a bar. Spencer and his wife were out, so the house was our

Lara straddling me on the couch, grinding me slow and shamele

oze in th

even her bolting upstairs cause I

way far fr

up, and watched. Really watched with her lips parting slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes dark. Wh

as alone cleaning up, Valery

d, her voice low. "I could ride y

onut hair shampoo. Her fingers brushed against the front of my j

ighteen, Val and you're Spence

lways wanted you since I was sixteen. You don't think I don't

ng of possible ways to

to b

y. "One day, you'

know when

d, her ass swaying in those tiny sleep

some fancy university overseas. She left for the UK, and I told myself it was for the best.

years

deal we partnered on. He never brought her up much. He said something about her "thrivi

ieved

toni

already asleep, the house was dark except the kitchen light. I'd driven straight from the airpo

into the

stopped b

t oversized white T-shirt that barely reached mid thigh. The

s, just smooth skin and the faint shadow between her cheeks.

shirt riding higher exposing the lower curve o

zero to rock hard

d, and ou

ore clapping a hand over her mouth. T

with one hand gripping the counter t

ered, voice rough. "Did

ilent before she t

nd me. I could feel he

hard for me h

eeper now. Smoother

mach d

ned s

le

wenty-o

ller curves, plumper lips and sharper eyes. The white T-shirt clung to her tits, nipples dark and hard against th

closer until her bre

whispered, her breath warm agai

ce cracked. "When

for my birthday." She tilted

N

y arm, light as a feather. "I want

d. "You're play

I was eighteen. Three years of waiting. Three years of touching myself thinking ab

, palming my erecti

, my ches

me I see you, every time I remember each time you turned me do

r wrist, har

bestfriend'

ine, her nipples dragging across my shirt. "Legal. Wet

fantasy I had buried came pouring back; her on her kn

probably half asleep waiti

my breathing b

o bed

, only smiled;

ave me if you wa

g under that barely there shirt

did three

s was going to

onight wa

ither