Visit to Paris E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Serie: Adult Erotica Love Stories of Hentai Desires: Seductive Curves, Filthy Dreams, Naked Illustrations, Sex Games, Uncensored Hardcover Tales
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 57

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

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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Visit to Paris

Collection of Adult and Erotic Manga Stories with Nude Pictures

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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

Follow-me!

Visit to Paris

That time in the train

At the end of the line

The beach

When a wife

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.

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Visit to Paris

I went up the stairs; knocked on the door; checked the address; it was right. Silence. I knocked again, louder. Samu came to open the door in purple Intimissimi underwear; obscene. I saw a pair of boobs go from one room to another.

"Fuck! Raimondo!" shrieked Samu. "What the fuck are you doing here?" and he hugged me violently, clutching me in those sweaty purple panties.

"Fuck, how long has it been since we've seen each other is?" continued Samu.

"I told you I was coming, I called you yesterday," I said.

"Fuck yeah, I forgot about that," he quipped.

Then he let me in, "Come in come on, Bett!" he shouted at the girl, "an old friend of mine from the Florence days has come, this is his first night in Paris, it is obligatory that I take him out and find him a girl."

"Alright!" she shrieked back from another room. We turned around, "I'll finish getting dressed and we'll go!"

Samu looked at me, shook his head and smiled; then shouted again, with his hand attached to his mouth, "No baby, you don't understand, we have to go out alone, I have to show him the town, remember the old days, talk about man things!"

Bett did not answer. Samu waited. Then he put on the first things he could find and stared at me. "Come on, let's go," he said, escorting me out.

Samu was a huge son of a bitch with the girls, but they loved him, I loved him too.

We walked the length and breadth of Paris, telling each other about our lives, laughing a lot, like two mutual friends in their mid-twenties getting together after a certain amount of time. Then we began to break away from the crowds, passing through unfamiliar spots, bohemian cafes, and strange locales.

By dinner, we were behind Saint Germain, happily knocking on an oval door. After a while, finally, a mulatto woman as tall and ugly as two flights of stairs opened the door.

"Samuel!" she did.

"Shit." did I.

Kisses, hugs, introductions. Two more flights of stairs; repeats.

There were three of Samu's friends: a short one of the right size, the mulatta that we don't need to talk about, and one from Arles, as silly and hot as the pasta there was to eat.

Ten minutes later, Samu was in there doing the little one, leaving me there, twiddling my thumbs on the couch, not knowing what to do anymore. I waited a while. A little longer. Nothing.

The conversation was so weak that the mulatto woman went to wash the dishes and then disappeared to hear the music; she locked herself in her room. That left me and the fleshy one; she sidled up to me on the couch, speaking in her French, making eyes at me, coming closer. That by the looks of her face, she was really pretty. Of course, she had a very pronounced bite, big teeth and she was always laughing, always showing them to me, right up to the gums, but, I'll tell you, I was drunk, but I liked those teeth after a little talk with two people, they seemed peculiar to me. Yes, up close he wasn't bad at all, he had done well to get closer, from there, I didn't notice his big ass anymore! Really huge! One of the biggest and most sagging asses I had ever seen. But, as I said, even with a mare's face, she looked good up close. And I bet many of you would have liked her big ass too! Tight hips, non-existent chest, two hams for thighs and a fat ass that was almost impossible to hug. What a big ass! I don't remember what she was talking to me about. I kept scanning her face, unearthing pretty little flaws, getting excited by a dark mole at the base of her neck, or a glint in her lighter iris. "Would you like to?" she asked at one point. She did it all. She leaned in as if to kiss me, perhaps waiting for me to move, and I would have moved too, but that rumbling big ass move left me speechless.

And all of a sudden a movement in my pants made me realize that I was turned on by that ass too, even though it was so big, as big as a pot, but what am I saying, two big pots of soup from the school canteen. That ass was everything: meat sauce and minestrone! "Do you want to do it?" she asked, done with her fifty percent.

How could a skinny and also beautiful face belong to that fat ass?

Without thinking anything else I ran my fifty with my mouth and kissed her. It was a tasty kiss; red wine and turkey flavored. Ahah. Jesus! Is this a dirty story or a cooking story? Yet my palate quivered. My cravings were rising, like an insatiable appetite, rampant, gripping me as our twisted tongues got drunk. "You kiss just right," she said, pulling away. Ahhh.