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Indulge in an Unforgettable Journey of Passion and Temptation with Emily White's Erotic Masterpiece! Step into a captivating world where seduction knows no bounds in Emily White's latest collection of scintillating erotic stories, enriched with enchanting hentai illustrations. Immerse yourself in a universe where each word is a whispered promise, and every brushstroke is a visual enchantment that brings fantasies to life in pure hentai style. This collection is a daring invitation to explore the uncharted depths of desire, where pleasure unfolds with audacious strokes and details that will quicken your heartbeat. The carefully crafted hentai illustrations serve as sensuous portals, transporting you into dimensions where every hidden fantasy finds unabashed expression. What to Expect: - A Fusion of Literary Mastery and Sensual Artistry - Explicit and Alluring Hentai Illustrations - Stories That Explore the Boundaries of Lust and Fantasy - A Whirlwind of Seduction and Temptation This isn't just a collection; it's your exclusive ticket to a dimension of hentai eros, meticulously narrated and ardently illustrated by Emily White. Lift the cover and prepare for an intense experience fueled by the flame of passion. Caution: This Collection is Not for the Faint of Heart. Are You Ready to Cross the Threshold?
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Emily White
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Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
VACATION IN A TENT
YVONNE FITNESS TRAINING
WHERE IS THE ELECTRICITY METER HERE?
Thank You!
Introduction
Welcome to a captivating journey where my enthralling stories seamlessly intertwine with enchanting illustrations that redefine the very essence of desire in the world of hentai erotica.
Within the secret pages of these forbidden tales, I invite you to immerse yourself in a fiery universe of unrestrained passion. Every word is a whispered moan, and each illustration is a visual embrace that transforms the realms of fantasy into tangible reality.
This collection is not for the faint of heart. It's a bold manifesto, an invitation urging you to delve into the dark depths of lust, where pleasure is painted with audacious strokes and details that promise to quicken the rhythm of your heart. The illustrations are provocative gateways, guiding you into sensual dimensions where every hidden desire finds its expression without remorse.
Are you ready to plunge into a whirlwind of seduction and temptation, where the pages themselves transform into a stage for your most secret fantasies? Allow yourself to be carried away into a realm where sin transforms into art, and art seamlessly merges harmoniously with the ecstasy of desire.
Lift the cover and prepare for an experience ignited by the flame of passion. This is not just another collection; it's your exclusive ticket to the boldest manifestations of anime eros, written masterfully by me, Emily White.
VACATION IN A TENT
I wasn't making bad money, but my bank account couldn't easily and quietly cope with a piston seizure on my car in connection with an expensive repair. The result was the cancellation of a "normal" vacation, that is, with a booked hotel and good food. So, at the age of 30, I went down to the basement once again and unearthed all the tent tools of my youth. A whole week spent every night on repairs and all the gear looked almost as good as new. The camping vacation could begin.
Two days later, it was time to pack up and head off to Brittany to a campsite that a colleague had recommended. If not a hotel with stars, at least a campsite where you can see some at night.
Once I arrived, I moved to my assigned spot and took a closer look at my neighbors. It couldn't have been more different. To my left was a mini tent with an absolutely cute, slim 20-year-old cockroach with breasts that were actually too big for his figure. To the right was the giant super-luxury mobile home, the house on 6 wheels that other people buy a 4-room condo for. Content, a couple in their 60s, he was the "early retired entrepreneur" type, she more the "looks after the house and raises the kids" type. For her age, however, she was still well-built, a little round around the hips and her breasts sagged a bit, which wasn't surprising given her size. Gravity mercilessly claims its victims.
Judging by the noises coming from the mobile home on my first night of vacation, their sex life was still going strong. During the day, it was also obvious that the neighbor was always rolling his eyes when the young Beetle moved his cute butt in front of his villa on wheels.
But after 2-3 days we got to know each other a bit, realized that all four of us were pretty nice people, and agreed to do a longer hike one day.
We left early in the morning, walked, had a hearty snack, walked, had a good lunch, walked, and got lost. Great, four pseudo-scouts who couldn't read maps. To my shame, I have to admit that one of them was me. I wish I had paid more attention to how to use a compass and a map when I was in the military. But at that time, I wasn't interested at all.
And according to Murphy's Law, "when it goes wrong, it goes wrong," a thunderstorm rolled in. After another 4 hours, we somehow found our way back to the campsite, soaking wet and freezing to death. Unfortunately, Murphy had struck again. Maren (my young neighbor) and I were not experienced campers. The result was two tents that had come loose, exposing their insides to the rain in a double jump-death. In short, all of our clothes were hopelessly wet. Gathering up all the stuff and piling it under the camper canopy was the best and only thing we could do.
Paul and Sonja (my elderly neighbors) helped us out and quickly told us that we could spend the night with them in their mobile home, there would still be enough room. So we got into the box and took off our wet clothes.
Sonja gave each of us two bathrobes for now. After that, she stripped naturally and slipped into them as well. As she did so, I caught a glimpse of those large, heavy, slightly drooping breasts. Maren was not so easy going. A little shyly, she stood in the corner and hurried along with the whole changing process. But that meant she hadn't noticed the scrutinizing and slightly greedy look with which Paul was examining her beautiful young body.
"Now we need something to warm up and digest the shock," Sonja said in a very homey way. The result was a grog in which the rum content clearly exceeded that of the water, in keeping with the motto "one warms, the next three make you blind." Paul and Sonja, however, seemed to be calibrated drinkers, which is what I thought they were. Maren seemed a bit more skeptical, "I don't normally drink alcohol, but on vacation you can." Yes, after an hour of fun conversation, that meant five of these man-killing things each. I noticed these things quite a bit, but Maren's tongue lashing was already more notable, and Paul and Sonja were pretty red headed as well. Meanwhile, we sat across from each other on two benches, with a small table in the middle. Two grogs later, after soccer (male topic) and actresses (female topic), we came to the eternal and inescapable topic of humanity: sex! Here, especially Paul and Sonja seemed to be in their element and were quite openly telling some pods of their lives. Maren was very reserved with her comments.
When Sonja asked him, he said only that his experience in such things was not particularly extensive and that he had had enough of men after a great disappointment. "Gee," said Paul, "that's a lot of fallow land for the world of men. "Yes," said Sonja in the same vein, "with your big figure and those beautiful breasts, I'm sure they drove some guys crazy. Maren was somewhat embarrassed by this praise. But when pushed and asked several times, she explained that it had happened to her soon enough and often enough that many guys were just mad at her breasts.
"Of course I understand, I used to feel the same way, now they hang a little more than yours, but my atomic breasts didn't get any smaller, maybe even a cup size bigger than yours.
This was like a cue for Paul, "come on girls, I want to see who's got the biggest, we're going to have a Miss Boobs contest" Enlivened by the booze and growing heat in the RV, I of course loudly accepted this suggestion. If not Mallorca and Ballermann 6 on vacation, at least something like that.
Maren shook her head in embarrassment, "I don't know, I've never done anything like this before, I don't dare. "Come on Maren, we'll do the men a favor and then we'll simply turn the tables on them. I'll start too, Paul go get the meter," Sonja ordered her husband.
She stood up, turned around, quickly removed her robe, tied it around her hips like a towel, turned around and presented us with all her glory. Her large breasts hung down a bit, but topped with large nipples and a magnificent areola, which made the whole thing look even bigger. Her husband now measured the girth and proudly announced the result in centimeters. Sonja sat down again, but let the robe hang further around her hips so that her heavy breasts rested really big and plump on the narrow table. All eyes were now on Maren. She knew exactly that she couldn't press on, so she took another deep sip from the glass of grog and did the same procedure as Sonja. Paul's eyes almost fell out of his head, and again you could see magnificent giant tits, which were equipped with smaller nipples and a very dark vestibule, but here, in contrast to their predecessor, there was still no tilt to be seen, proudly the two mountains receded to the front. The result of the measurement was not important, but I think Maren won by nipple width.
And Sonja was also the one who immediately continued this game. "Now it's your turn, if you can already measure our boobs, then let's see what you have in your pants. Both of you together, get up and open your robes. With this tone of command, one had no alternative but to obey. It was obvious that this parade of boobs had already made my waistband slightly stiff. I'm not bad with my eight inches in extended condition, but what I saw next to me with Paul in normal condition left me speechless. In its current consistency it was already as big as mine in full glory. I wondered what woman wanted to slay with this stallion cock in full form. Maren's eyes were huge, which was either due to alcohol consumption or her disbelief at what she was seeing.
Sonja could apparently read both of their minds. "Yes, my Paul has the absolutely giant thing, I have to admit that I was only able to deal with it in its full length by our third child, things like anal intercourse are unfortunately still difficult or hardly possible."
We saw how the part so decanted easily began to fill and lift.
"I knew from the beginning that we could forget to measure, but let's take a look at how you two are doing with your fillings. We're having a long distance spraying contest. What do you think, Maren?" But Maren's whole story had already slipped slightly, partly because of the alcohol, so Sonja didn't even wait for her more careful opinion and already gave further instructions for the procedure to come.
"Let's go, and the guest has the right of way, of course. Take off your robe and go to the head of the table." Abandoning my robe, I approached the table. "The rules are very simple, Maren on one side and I on the other will massage your manhood until you cum. The one who squirts the farthest from both of us wins. We'll talk about the prize later." Maren swallowed hard and took the first/second/third/fourth deep swig from the glass Paul had been filling for her all evening.
