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Untamed Desires - A Collection of Sinful Whispers and Temptations Novel Cover

Untamed Desires - A Collection of Sinful Whispers and Temptations

Strictly 18+ and strictly for the dirty minded. Lock the door behind you before you dive in. Untamed Desires Is a collection of sinful eroticas that will have you panting and dripping wet within seconds. Dive in to enjoy various scenarios, each chapter dirtier than the last, from cousins with a corruption kink to stepdaughters taking their stepfathers cock. Chapter upon chapter of panties soaking, nipple hardening and breathtaking forbidden smuts.
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Chapter 5

I keep my eyes shut and let my cousin kiss me again; the sweet taste from my slick folds is now only an aftertaste, but the kiss makes me wetter.

Michael pulls back from me and unbuttons my pajama shirt, popping them one by one till my heavy mounds are completely exposed to his eyes.

"Even better naked...cousin, I can't believe you have been hiding all these" he says and leans down to kiss the top of my right boob and I moan, everything is so new for me, everything feels so good to me.

He sticks out his tongue and lick my nipple slowly and my legs shakes from the pleasure. He cups my breasts in his hands and sucks my nipple into his mouth, making me moan out loud.

His mouth feel so hot and so wet on me as I arch my back, pressing my boob more into his mouth. He groans and take the other breast in his hand to play with it, rubbing it between his dry fingers. After a while, he switches, sucking the one he had been pinching and pinching the one he had been sucking.

It feels so good that I can't stop myself from making noises, my own moans sounds like those woman in the video links Hanna sent me earlier. My hips moves on their own, I just know I need to feel something against my pussy again.

It felt so good when Michael had his fingers down there, I want to have that feeling again, "Michael...Michael..." I moan his name and his lifts his head from my breast, letting my nipple go from his mouth with a loud pop.

"Can you...please...can you touch me down there?" I ask with a shy whisper, "down where kitty?" Michael asks, smirking at me as he does and I shudder from the teasing look in his eyes. "Down here...in my..." I point to my wet opening and he smiles.

"I won't do it till you can ask properly" he says and rubs his nose in the middle of my boobs, his hands sneaking down to massage my waist. "Please...can you touch me...my pussy" I say, my voice going lower and lower with each word.

"I didn't quite hear you kitty, say it louder" he hums and my lips tremble, I feel like crying with how much I need him to touch me. I have never felt so need, so dirty in my entire life. "Please Michael, touch my pussy" I say and he chuckles.

"There's my good girl. You want your cousin to touch your virgin pussy, right?" He asks as he finally touches my pussy, rubbing a particular spot in circles, I let out a whimper from the sensation of his finger right there.

"Please..." I gasp and open my legs wider for him, "fuck...look at how you spread yourself out just for my cock" Michael says and pushes a strand of red hair out of my face. "I need a taste of your juice" he says and kiss my stomach all the way down to my pussy and my eyes widen.

"Michael..." I cry out in surprise, he keeps my legs open and dive to lick my pussy, the feeling of his tongue is so overwhelming and I keen from the sensation. Ignoring my cries, Michael goes all in, kissing and sucking my folds like he would do with my lips.

I moan and twist from it and he only does it harder and fasting, lapping up every drop of juice that spills out of me with so much hunger that I can't help but shut my legs around his head.

Michael is so good at this, he moans and the vibrations travels all over my body, drawing whines and whimpers from my lips, I feel like I am in heaven. The sensation between my legs is so strong.

"Michael please..." I cry out and he stops abruptly with a sly smile on his face and my slick stains on his lips, "as you wish" he says, wiping his lips clean with his tongue. "No..no.. please don't stop...I..." I stutter and sit up.

"I don't want you to stop" I say and he smirks at me, "do you want to go further...let me show you stars from here" he says and I nod eagerly. "you want that Kitty? You want your cousin to be the first in you?" He asks and I nod again.

"Good girl, now keep those legs open for me, I'll go gently" he says softly as he takes off his pants and positions himself between my legs.

"Wait..." I say and place my hand on his shoulder. The size of his dick scares me, it's my first time seeing a real life dick. I touch it curious and Michael groans, "does it hurt?" I ask and move my hand up and down.

"No baby, but it will feel even better when it's in your pussy" Michael says and I smile at him, "I'm ready" I say and he slowly pushes it in inch by inch. I squeeze my eyes shut as the huge shaft breaches my inside.

It hurts so much but at the same time it feels so good, Michael doesn't say a to me anymore but I can feel the cock inside me twitch while I squeeze the hot rod inside of me.

I gasp and moan as he begins to move inside me, slow and deep. "Ah...aha..." I moan and he drives into me even deeper, my eyes roll back from the force of his hips meeting mine.

He builds up his speed and I place my hands on his shoulder to hold myself while the hot sensation in my stomach builds up and tips over. As I reach my climax for the second time, I feel warmness filling my stomach and Michael presses his face into my shoulder.

"Fuck kitty, cumming in your hole feels so good" he pants and I moan in response, still high from giving myself to my cousin.

"All summer long, your pretty little pussy mine, got it?' he asks and I nod, we press our lips together in a scorching hot kiss.

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