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I expected Edwin to split the pineapple with the fork or maybe ask for a knife. But instead he put a part of the pineapple in his mouth and leaned forward. "Wait, what? You mean I should..." Edwin gave a convincing and assuring nod before I could finish. Without further ado, I leaned in and reached for the other part of the pineapple with my mouth. As I tried to bite it off, our lips touched and I could feel his teeth against mine. I successfully bit off the pineapple but his lips became firm on mine, refusing to let go. Then I caught Edwin's eyes shut close as he began licking my lips lightly. His lips were so soft and I couldn't resist him. If this was a kiss then I'm definitely going to return it. We kissed for several seconds before I felt his hands squeeze my b**b, and in a flurry of movement, Edwin slipped off the strap of my crop top from my shoulders. He made me recline on the bed as he began sucking on my n**ples like an expert, triggering a passionate moan. The sensation I got from his teeth on my n**ple was top notch and I couldn't stop him. Edwin took off my jean shorts, revealing my properly shaved p**sy. Without hesitating, he slid in one of his fingers and thrusted them in and out in a swift motion. I moaned with intense passion, my hands trying to get hold of his erect c**k that almost burst through his trousers. Then, Edwin took the plate we had used for the salad. He spread my legs apart and laid between them. He poured the leftover liquid milk on my cl*t and licked it off. The cold milk on my skin increased the pleasure as he sucked the hell out of my p**sy. His tongue on my cl*t made me sway my hips to the rhythm of the slurpy sound and my a*s ached for his d**k. At that moment, I could only imagine the pleasure I would get from his d**k. As if he knew what I wanted, Edwin unzipped and pulled off his trouser, setting free the thick, long and veiny monster. I immediately opened my legs, impatient for him to slide in. He leaned forward on me and kissed my neck, delaying the insertion of his c**k in my p**sy. I gasped when his c**k dangled on my slimy p**sy during the neck kiss. Edwin then put in two fingers and gave the horny hole two sweet thrust before he rubbed his cap on it. Inch by inch, Edwin slowly put his c**k into my p**sy until it hit my.... You got to this point? This must mean that you're enjoying prudence and Edwin's special moment. Read the book for deeper and intense erotic scenes with critical and image-provoking narratives. Just how you like it!
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My name is Amelia. Arranging my bikini in front of the mirror, I admired my radiant complexion and toned body. I left my boyfriend at the pool party downstairs to use the bathroom upstairs, and the loud music seeped through the windows. I could even feel the vibration from the speakers hit my chest.

As I made my way out of the bathroom, I heard a masculine voice from a nearby room. The man seemed to be in an argument with his girl.

I walked past, knowing that it was their own problem to solve. But my steps were brought to a halt when I heard the man shout a bit above his voice.

"I don't get why it's so hard for you to do simple things!" The man said,

"Babe, I'm trying my best. What else do you expect from me?" Replied the feminine voice in the background, her voice was calm as ice.

Hearing her, I assumed her to be timid and didn't deserve to be scolded that way. But my sympathy soon transformed into laughter when I heard the man say, "but what is the big deal to just ride me the way Stella does?"

Stella must be his ex or something, I assumed again. Sex was the reason for their argument? So sad!

Then I decided to peep through the door since it was only half closed. My eyes widened as I witnessed the man's thick c**k. He sat on the sofa with only his shirts on, and his girlfriend sat on the bed, covered in a white towel.

I silently stood there and watched as they argued. Not until the man's gaze shifted to the door and he found me eavesdropping on their conversation. I quickly moved from the door and leaned on the wall.

As I heard the man's footsteps coming towards me, my face flushed, wondering what was going to happen. He came out of the room and caught me leaning on the wall, as if trying to hide.

His gaze was tight on my body, "hey! "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I-I was just uhh, passing." I stammered, looking at his firm c**k. He daringly came out without putting on his shorts.

His brow raised in disbelief, "you were just passing?"

Words hung in my throat, I knew I had been caught on the spot.

The man's gaze lingered on my body rather than my face, and he seemed calm despite my offence. "You've got some nice b**bs though," he commented.

"I looked at my chest and my bra was barely covering my br**sts.

"Wanna join me inside?" He offered,

Uncertainty etched itself on me, but his voice was convincing. "Come on, let's go in. You'll like it here." He said as he pulled me by my wrist. We entered into the hotel room and he locked the door behind him.

My gaze awkwardly met his frustrated girlfriend's. "Hi," I greeted and she replied with a forced smile.

The moment was tensed and awkward. I could only imagine what was going to happen. All three of us were literally nude; the man only wore a shirt, his girlfriend covered her n*ked body with only a towel, and I was in my bikini.

The man came closer to me and looked straight into my dull eyes. "You're not a virgin, are you?"

I nodded,

"Great! Now come on, let's show my naive girlfriend how it's done. I hope you're up to the task."

I was already horny from the constant sight of his full c**k so how could I refuse. I only hoped to get it done quickly before my boyfriend came upstairs in search of me.

I turned to his girlfriend that was seated on the bed, her face wore no disapproving look. In fact she looked curious, eager to see how it was done.

The man moved even closer, our faces were inches apart as he placed his hands on my a*s. He squeezed them efficiently and kissed me lightly from my lips down to my neck.

Doing this, he made his c**k sneak between my thighs and he pushed it back and forth.

He groaned lightly as he sat on the sofa, drawing me to his laps. His c**k stood firm as I sat on it, my back to him.

The veiny c**k forced its way through the fabric of my bikini but it was all vain. I moaned lightly as I swivelled my hips on his c**k. I could feel it's sweetness even if it was not directly in my p**sy.

Then his hands slowly slid under my bra, playing with my n**ples. I couldn't help the intense feeling so I moaned loudly. The man's girlfriend sat still on the bed, admiring our foreplay.

After minutes of swaying my hips on his d**k, I stood up and sat with my face to him, my legs straddled the sofa. Shifting my pant to one side and exposing my warm p**sy, I sat on his c**k. It made slurpy sounds as I began to ride it. He grabbed my a*s with one hand while the other hand squeezed my b**b.

Riding him, I moved my face closer to his. His breath tickled my skin as I took his lips in my mouth. In a consuming desire, I gave him a long, continuous lick on the lips and tongue.

From slow to fast, my pace increased. His grip tightened on my a*s, lips on mine and d**k in my p**sy. Sweetest f**k of the century!

The sound that echoed in the room was the sound of his b**ls clapping on my a*s, and our silent moans. Just then I felt a hand on my upper arm and I looked up to see the man's girlfriend.

"Allow me to ride him, while you supervise." She said,

I didn't want to get up from the sweet d**k but I wasn't given an option. As I stood from it, the long c**k covered in my creamy juices fell heavily on his thighs. His girlfriend then took over. She loosened her towel, held the d**k in place and sat on it, while I gasped at her amazing features.

Her b**bs were big and firm, and her a*s was fleshy. It was quite fascinating that her man had not been satisfied with all of those. As she rode him, her br**sts dangled on his face and he took one of it in his mouth.

"Ah, yes!" He moaned, his eyes closed.

She seemed to have learned from me really quickly. I touched my p**sy, and it was still slippery. I knew they didn't need me anymore but I sure still had need for that d**k.

As she kept on riding her boyfriend, I bent low and french kissed him for several seconds. Then I begged her for a few more thrusts before I left. Without hesitation, she stood up from him and I stood in between his legs.

Pulling him upwards by the shirt, I led us to the bed and reclined. Spreading my legs, he laid on top of me. His hairy chest caressed my breast as his d**k began sliding in and out of me.

I screamed uncontrollably when he hit my base over and over again, his b**ls tapping me continuously. Then he went in really, really slowly, and took it out in the same manner. Repeating the act, I lifted my neck and caught his lips, locking it in a pleasurable kiss.

Just then, he went in faster, really faster than before, and in no time, I found myself jerking. My eyes were closed and all I could feel were my juices dripping out of my p**sy. With his dick at a fixed position inside me, he kissed me with his soft lips before pulling out.

He stood up and watched as I vibrated on the bed. The sweetest org**m ever!

A few seconds later, I opened my eyes on him now f**king his girlfriend in the same position we had just f**ked. I took a deep breath, feeling satisfied. Then I got up from the bed and covered my br**st with my bra that was now around my midriff.

I left the room on them f**king, and rushed downstairs to my boyfriend who must be sick of waiting for me.

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