The Ruin of my Wife E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Serie: Erotic Sexy Stories Collection with Explicit High Quality Illustrations in Manga and Hentai Style. Hot and Forbidden Plots Uncensored. Nude Images of Naughty and Beautiful Girls. Only for Adults 18+.
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 84

Beschreibung

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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The Ruin of my Wife

Sexy Erotic Stories for Adults Illustrated with Hentai Pictures

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Emily White

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

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Copyright

Introduction

Story Not to be Read Alone

The Ruin of My Wife

The Guns

Clothilde

Good Neighbors without Embarrassment

My Friends…

The Ruin of my Wife

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Story Not to be Read Alone

My Friends…

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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.

STORY NOT TO BE READ ALONE

That night you came home as usual. The idea of a tender dinner, alone, by the fireplace was very likely. A tender little meal where we would certainly finish our dessert making passionate love as always You carelessly rang the doorbell with the excitement of an impromptu weekly reunion visit with a loving friend….

As usual, I opened the door and you could smell the sweet smell of incense caressing your breasts. I let you in. As usual, the house was lit by a multitude of candles that sparingly illuminated the entire room.

This time I had placed the table in the center of the room like a promontory. An unusual thing, which you immediately pointed out to me. I looked you straight in the eye and said, "If you really want to know, you have to do everything I tell you to do.

Intrigued but confident, you agreed. Unhealthy curiosity or total trust? Who knows! I looked at you again and kissed you languidly. The contact of my lips with yours tasted sweet and had a softness comparable to silk.

I put my hands around your neck, stroked your hair as our deep kisses tangled. Then taking advantage of my kisses on your neck, I helped you remove your coat, which fell directly to the floor.

Chest to chest, I sucked in the taste of your neck and took the initiative to remove a few buttons from your blouse one by one: taking my time until the very last. With my eyes closed I began to move down to your chest.

My fingers moving up and down had no trouble finding the button on your bra and quickly removed it.

With my bare chest standing in the center of the room, I gently pushed you against the table. You removed my shirt and T-shirt yourself: your hands went up to my chest, kneading it; you began to lick it as usual.

The softness of your hands moving over my chest gave me indescribable shivers. The touch of your tongue moving gently from my neck to my chest made my whole body tingle.

You lowered a hand to my crotch and began kneading me when I suddenly pulled you up vigorously. I kissed you languidly and moved my hands down to your waist and gently removed your skirt and thong. My hands roamed over your bouncing buttocks. My left hand went on the side of your buttocks and moved back and forth, I let my index finger pass over your most intimate entrance.

My second hand, braver, went to your pubic area. Spreading my fingers like a quilt, I took the opportunity to touch as much of your skin as possible with my fingertips.

When I reached your large lips, swollen with arousal, I dared to gently place my hand in front of your vagina. A soft moist warmth flowed from your body onto my hand.

With two fingers I imprisoned your clit and began to gently masturbate it, moving back and forth between your love button and the entrance to your vulva. It was then that you felt me insert two fingers inside you and at the same time with my other hand I penetrated your anus which opened effortlessly with excitement.

My gaze straight into your eyes, staring at you. You are so beautiful when you feel love, beautiful even when you are in love with sex. At this point I don't move. You stare at me imploringly, in orgasm, and of yourself you open up, jerking off. Caught up in a frenzied dance, you insert my fingers into all your orifices.

Your pelvis moving forward, requires more deeply my middle and index finger, which aided by my thumb, grinds your flooding clit, slides down your soft thighs. Then stepping back, my index and middle finger of my other hand are inserted even deeper into your anus.

Then feeling the pleasure coming to you, I decide to stop your devil's dance by withdrawing my fingers. You make a squeak of disappointment and a pout on your face that draws an amused and perverted smile from me at the same time.

For I am preparing you for a much more intense pleasure. There, leaning on the sideboard I pick up a bright red scarf. I kiss you fiercely. The contact of your tongue wrapping around mine is beyond torrid. We bite, we scratch, our kisses are violent: more than torrid we become almost bestial.

I look at you, smiling, fed up with this exchange of ardor. I like your perverse gaze; I love to stare at it when I enter you. In these moments, your eyelids open and your mouth emits a moan and a smile so expressive that it sensualizes your whole face with a beauty divinely lascivious and innocent at the same time.

I give you a small kiss and put on the blindfold with a small sigh, but that is essential to the continuation of our lustful events.

From there, as you suspected, I lay you on the table. The warmth of the wood on your back tantalizes you. I lay you gently with your head hanging slightly on the other side, while your legs are open and trembling, ready and available for all desires.

With both hands I caress your right arm, gently moving down from your shoulder to your fingers. I take that silky hand and gently suck on your index finger, then your middle finger. I know this turns you on and generates a lot of moisture in your groin.

At this point I lick the base of the fingers and then nibble on them. I go down to the palm of your hand again and at the same time I cast my vision over your beautiful body.

At this moment a new smile arises in me. I see you there! Offer yourself with your legs open submissively and realize that you are caressing yourself with your other hand.

Soft and sensual, your fingers pinch your clitoris like a mini penis. They curl it, moving up and down, then become circular so that suddenly three of your fingers disappear deep into your intimacy to the base of your hand.

This vision, a decadent symbol for some or a sensually feminine image for others, only opens up to me the fact that we can only flourish when we abolish all our taboos However, you are not here to come like this. Coming back to myself, I take the hand I'm licking from you and let it dangle down the table leg. I take a pair of handcuffs and fasten them to you.

I walk around the table, gently grabbing your hand as I frantically dose you. You make a little pouty squeak again. Smiling again, I gently rest the tip of my tongue on the tip of your swollen clit: a few seconds. Then I take your second hand and attach it to the other bar of the table.

I look at you there, lying on the table blindfolded, your arms cuffed and your crotch offered, dripping profusely on the floor with your warm intimate liquor. Excited by the scene, I grab a feather and in the unknown, decide to stroke your body.