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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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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.
Printing and distribution: Heinz-Beusen-Stieg 5 22926 Ahrensburg, Germany
Table of Contents
Copyright
Table of Contents
Introduction
1.Mari Loli
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
2.Wedding night
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
3.The birthday party
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
4.Farewell
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
5.My adventures with Balma and Luis
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
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.
Mari Loli
Chapter 1
Hello, my name is Mari Loli and if I tell you this is because if I don't tell someone everything that happened to me this weekend I'm sure I'll explode. And since for obvious reasons I can't tell my friends, I'll tell you who don't know me and that way I'll have peace of mind. Beforehand it was going to be an ideal weekend, because taking advantage of the fact that Papi and Mamuchi were going to go to the farmhouse of Mr. and Mrs. Gutiérrez (to call them somehow) I had given permission to the servants. I was planning to organize a party for my friends and I didn't want to have any indiscreet witnesses.
My parents were not at all surprised that I didn't want to go with them, since I had always found their new friends to be very coarse and uncouth. Above all, it gave me a tremendous anger when Papuchi insisted on speaking like his friend, with a language of the most vulgar and vulgar.
But everything went wrong late on Friday when Papi called me at the chalet to tell me that since he was going to be there for a few days he had asked the foreman of one of his construction companies to send some workers to do the renovations in the bedroom that I had asked him so many times. I was very angry that he had spoiled the plans I had made, but I consoled myself with the thought that I would finally be able to put the room as I wanted.
I am so used to the maid opening the door that on Saturday morning the workmen had to ring the bell for a long time before I woke up and realized that only I could open the door for them. When it dawned on me, I rushed into the hall, not realizing that I was only wearing my pink, flowing nightgown. So when I finally opened the door, I don't know who was more surprised, me or them.
Mine was because I saw how poor and disheveled the three of them looked. The one who kept ringing the doorbell was a guy in his thirties, dark and very big, and it was even scary to see him. If I met him alone in an alley I'd be scared to death. Next to him was a black guy, but a real black guy, almost as black as bitumen. He was very skinny and tall. He had curly hair and a perennial smile from ear to ear. And behind them, carrying most of the lumps, a boy with long hair and a hungry face, quite handsome, by the way, trying to peek at me between the other two.
After an embarrassing silence I finally realized why they were looking at me so much and with so much interest. For my light gauze nightgown barely veiled my rounded forms, as it blatantly revealed my bulging breasts, especially my dark nipples. And worst of all, in the light of day, even the dense thicket of my intimacy was visible.
I suppose that with another girl they might have hidden their interest a little more, but I'm something special. Not to brag, but everyone tells me I'm very pretty, with my auburn hair cut in a pageboy style and my honey-colored eyes standing out against the whiteness of my face. But most guys don't notice that, they only have eyes for my body. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Mother Nature has been most generous with my measurements. I'm not exaggerating at all, I wear a size 110 wide cup bra. Which, at 19 years old, only brings me problems. Not only do I have a hard time finding clothes that fit me, but I also have to deal with a multitude of admirers, more or less shameless, on a daily basis.
I guess that's why I still don't have a boyfriend, because I'm suspicious of men. And when I wiggle my round ass in the street, only blind men refrain from looking at me. But when they look at me with as much desire and brazenness as those three workers were looking at me, I can only react in one way... embarrassing myself.
So I asked them to wait for me for a moment in the hall while I went as quickly as possible to my bedroom to change. As I was in a hurry, I decided to wear the new outfit I had bought the day before. This one was a cute green cutie. I wore the baggy shorts with nothing underneath, so as not to waste any more time, since they were made of soft cotton, I didn't need the panties. The top was a matching shirt, also very wide and with a generous neckline. Theoretically it was supposed to be flush with the shorts, but in reality my huge breasts made the garment a step above, leaving my navel in the air.
I still had the T-shirt in my hand when I saw, through the mirror of the dresser, how the big man was staring at me with all his nerve through the door that I, in my haste, had left half-open. I couldn't help but wonder, as I was putting on my T-shirt at full speed, how long that repellent guy had been spying on me, and what he had seen of my body without my permission.
Even so, when I left my room, I felt incapable of reproaching him, because I was intimidated by his corpulence and his cynical smile. Besides, now that I had the young man closer, I was charmed by his disheveled appearance, a mixture of bohemian and starving puppy. And, if I must confess, I'll tell you that the black guy even scared me a little.
The rude one was the boss of the three of us, so I had to get up my courage and started telling him how I wanted the work in my room to be done. As soon as I started talking, he stuck like a limpet behind me, rubbing his rigid package against my ass every time I stopped walking. My shyness prevented me from reacting as I would have liked, so, in view of my passivity, he began to pat my ass confidently.
The guy, in spite of slapping my buttocks every now and then, kept calling me "Miss", although it sounded to me with a certain slyness. I, in spite of myself, limited myself to blushing at the audacity of his continuous harassment, giving him the opportunity to continue rubbing me. At one point, taking advantage of the fact that I was distracted, he sneaked up behind me, grabbing my breast with his hand while asking me where to place one of the pieces of furniture he was taking out. I only managed to stammer out the new location, not quite believing what she had just done to me.
But I had time to get used to the idea, because throughout the morning there were several occasions when he took hold of my front, squeezing my breasts with increasing ease and confidence. I, cowed, almost got used to his rough groping. So on a couple of occasions, despite hearing him coming from behind, I remained still as if I were a statue, waiting for the dreaded moment when his hand would cling to my breast without daring to react.
This only made his rubbing become more intense and prolonged, going to the extreme of playing with my stiff nipple for several minutes while he called me "Miss" and asked me about some specific reform. He was not the only one who was having fun at my expense, because while the boss consulted me and showed me certain details of the things he was modifying, he made me bend over and get into uncomfortable positions that showed even the most hidden part of my anatomy through my loose necklines and leggings.
Chapter 2
In the middle of the morning, when they were about to take out of the room the shelf on which I kept my collection of antique porcelain dolls, I was afraid for them. I didn't quite trust them, so I asked them to let me take them down, so that the boors wouldn't break any of the pieces. The rude one gladly agreed, bringing me a chair so that I could lean on it, while he showed me where on the lower shelf I should place my other foot so that I wouldn't fall. As soon as I was in the right position the three of them swirled under me. I, in my naivety, thought it was to help me, but nothing could be further from their intention.
The boor quickly moved behind me, placing his broad hands on my buttocks to, in his cynical words, prevent me from falling. At my passivity his fingers began to explore my flesh, squeezing and fondling my bum in the most shameless and vile way. But he was a generous fox and, taking advantage of the proper separation of my legs and the slack of my pant legs, he pulled the garment aside just enough so that his two companions could comfortably see my intimacy just a couple of feet away. I didn't know it, but every time I moved a little to reach a new figure, I showed them both the unseemly yawn of my pink slit and a large part of my thick intimate grove. And the rude one, while, with the other hand, he kneaded my tight buttocks.
The final straw was that when he finished, as he helped me down from the chair, he slid his hand down my shorts. Letting his fingers slide down my sensitive little channel until they came up against my even more sensitive rear entrance. They didn't stop there, but continued until they brushed against my virginal flower, causing me to both gasp and flee in haste, garnished by their chorus of blasphemous laughter. So I tried to avoid them for the next few hours until, in the end, they called me, the very cunning ones, to solve a problem for them.
They told me that my bed did not fit through the door, and that they didn't know how they could disassemble it to get it out. Dirty lie! I, innocently, still remembered where the fastening bolts were under the bed base and told them that they were very easy to loosen. So much emphasis I made that the boor asked me to do it myself, as they had already planned beforehand.
