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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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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures – Naked Illustrations
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Emily White
Copyright
Copyright © 2024 by Emily White
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
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.
Chapter 7
The man is concentrating on his work. He is wearing a thin shirt. He has rolled up the sleeves above the elbow. Despite the heat, he wears a tank top underneath. Only city fools would denude their torso to go to work in this sun. He knows that when he wets his shirt with his sweat, the evaporation of the sweat will create a draft inside the shirt, which will cool him much more than if he were naked. He is not willing to spend three days suffering from burns. For similar reasons, he wears a straw hat with a generous brim. He is not a physicist. He doesn't understand the mechanics of thermodynamics. He is a farmer and this knowledge comes naturally. You can't mess with the sun, especially in August. He leans over, grabs a botijo and pours a generous sip of water into her pussy. He spits into his hands and grabs his hoe.
With the skill that comes from practice, he makes precise cuts in the bark of the cork oak tree, cutting all the way to the end of the bark. He works carefully. This is the third time he has extracted bark from this tree. His father did the first. The cork he is extracting is already of the highest quality. Uniform and tight material, virtually flawless. He knows not to damage the tree. This cork oak will not be debarked again for another fifteen years.
If a catastrophe happened and Europe sank into the sea, Portugal would stay afloat. It is the world's leading producer of cork. They have developed an industry, from corks to women's handbags. And this is part of the largest production area.
I'm thinking about it, leaning on another cork oak tree to debark, as I watch it evolve.
I arrived a couple of hours ago. I saw them working from the house and since it was a job I hadn't seen them do before, I went to check it out.
When they saw me coming, the workers stopped their work.
What looked like the foreman approached me and, showing me the palm of his right hand, soiled by manual labor, he turned his wrist and, closing it into a fist, offered the back of his hand for me to shake, in a respectful greeting, as he said:
- Bem vindo, Dom Alfredo (Welcome Don Alfredo).
- Muito Obrigado, Dom.... (Thank you very much, Mr...)
- Alipio, a seu serviço, sou o capataz (Alipio, at your service, I am the foreman).
- Muito pracer (Delighted).
One by one, I am greeted and introduced by the men of the cuadrilla, whom I don't know at all and am absolutely sure have never seen me before. But they know who I am. I notice in their posture that they treat me with respect, but without servility. If it weren't for the fact that I have nothing to do with the property, I would say that they act with me as they would with the owner. In fact, they treat me as one would treat a "man". As equals.
I ask the foreman how they know who I am if we've never met, and he answers in an enigmatic voice:
- Nós sabemos coisas (We know things).
And then I realize. I remember that the staff at the farm all belong to the same family and the first thing I think is that Marta has gone off the deep end. I know it wasn't Paulinha. The girl loves Amália so much that if Amália tells her to keep a secret, she lets herself be killed before she says anything.
