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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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Chapter 2

My name is Nelly. I stood under the shade, fidgeting. My friend, Caroline had taken more time than she needed to get the groceries from the supermarket in the next street. We were on our way from a friend's place when she remembered that she needed to get the groceries. I was so exhausted, so I couldn't go with her. I decided to wait under the shade.

Just as I was about to call her phone for the hundreth time, I saw her crossing the road to my direction with an overwhelming bags of groceries. I sighed, knowing she would need my help for those.

After querying her for wasting my treasured time, I gave her a hand with the bags, and we headed to her home. Well, it's our home now since I've been here for over a week. My strict parents and annoying siblings are the reason I feel more comfortable here than where I was born and raised.

Another thrill about my stay at Caroline's house is her elder brother, whom I have a crush on. A few times, he has touched me but someone always interrupt when we're about to go deeper.

So, we got home and I helped Caroline put all the groceries in place. It was a hot, sunny day, so Caroline and I took a relaxing bath to cool down. As we chatted and dressed, Caroline got a call from her boyfriend. He needed her at his house urgently.

She lied, but I already knew that Martin, her boyfriend needed s*x and that was the only reason he phoned her.

I was the only one at home after Caroline left. This would have been the perfect time for Caroline's brother and I. But sadly, I hadn't seen him since Caroline and I returned. He probably left to join his bad company at their joint.

I had opted for a breathable crop top without a bra to guard my huge t*ts beneath, and a pair of silk shorts with no panties too. It was a hot day, remember?

After moments of doomscrolling on my phone, I collapsed on the bed and succumbed to exhaustion.

As I tried to sleep, I heard the creaking sound of the room door opening. But I was too weak to open my eyes. Then I felt a hand grab my t*t.

I jolted, sitting up straight on the bed, "Kelvin, what are you doing here?" I asked Caroline's brother.

"Shh!" he warned and began to pull off his trousers.

"Kelvin, what are you doing?" I asked, pretending dumb.

Kelvin didn't say a word, he pounced on me spontaneously, his lips locking on mine. Instinctively, I returned the sweet kiss as he laid on me. His naked chest pressed against my t*ts as we french kissed. I could feel his hardness through his briefs.

After minutes of kissing, Kelvin lifted my crop top, exposing my hard n**ples. Like an expert, he began savouring them. The sensation of his teeth and tongue on my n**ples made me moan in an overwhelming desire and intense pleasure.

From my t*ts, to my neck, down to my belly button, he sucked the life out of them, and the juices dripping from my pussy was an evidence to my horniness.

He sucked on my body so critically that I became certain about having multiple hickeys by the time we were done. Just then, his hand slipped in through my silk shorts. He smiled when he discovered the wetness of my p**sy.

Kelvin stripped me of my shorts. He took out his thick c**k and tapped it on my pussy, causing me to moan in anticipation. Then, he began thrusting in and out with only the tip of his c**k.

"Ahh! Kelvin, deeper please." I whispered, my eyes half closed.

As Kelvin put all of the long d**k inside me, he thrusted in and out in a fast motion. I screamed at the sweetness and he made sure that his whole length was inside me.

Several moments later, he made me lie on my tummy, then he inserted from behind. This was the sweetest part since I could feel his balls lap against my a*s each time he tried to force his full length, but was limited by my thick a*s.

Kelvin kept on digging me until he felt his c*m about to release. He paused his thrusts, leaving his d**k in my pussy for a few seconds before pulling out.

He stroked his d**k, and in a thin high speed jet, his c*m spilled all over my a*s.

Pulling up his trousers and locking his belt, he smiled at me who was feeling my warm p**sy, "You're sweet, Nelly. I'll catch up with you later." He said and exited the door.

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