“Three… Ah...”
Emma made sure each spank was heavier than the previous. “Six!” Isabella couldn't help but scream. She could feel a rapturous sensation swirling in her lower stomach as Emma’s spank was driving her wild with need. “A…..seven.” “Eight..” As the count continued, Isabella found herself completely wet and horny. She was more aroused than she had ever been in her entire life. The spanks were a delicious pain, and Emma’s low growl and occasional moan turned it into a mouthwatering ache. Isa couldn't help but arch her back and pushed her ass up to meet Emma's hand like an obedient kitten. Her moans became softer and louder. Isabella intentionally lost track of the count because only 10 spanks were not her goal. Lucky for her, Emma punished her as she warned that she would Turning her head, Isabella looked back at Emma, her eyes fixed on the masculine woman behind her. Emma's concentration was on her ass, her expression one of someone taming a wild beast. Their eyes met, and Isabella's blue eyes locked with Emma's hazel ones, as the woman's hands continued to spank her. Each strike sent jolts of pleasure straight to Isa’s wet pussy. Was it 20 now? 25? Emma herself had lost count of how many times she had spanked her roommate’s ass. She could see her finger lines spread boldly on Isabella's ass, and she caressed it with her fingers. Emma took her time to explore her art on Isabella’s ass. If she had found her hot roommate desirable before. . . This was a whole new level. Emma slowly stripped away Isabella’s skirt, pushing it down her legs before rubbing her pussy through her see-through thong. Touching Isa after restraining herself from even thinking about it for months made her eyes darken. Emma slowly stroked her clit with her thumb fingers, and Isabella released a soft groan. Emma smiled a little. She loved how responsive she was. Isabella’s pussy looked so wet and “plum” if that was the right word. She couldn't help but stroke her thumb across it to feel it under her touch. “Hmm!” Isabella let out a moan and arched into her touch. “You are so wet for me...” Emma groaned, her voice sounding so deep as she finally slipped a finger inside Isabella. Isabella’s hand gripped the bed sheets and she let out a confession. “Yes, it’s because I want you.” “Hm, is that so?” Emma replied lazily and went back to rubbing Isa’s clit, now putting more pressure as she stroked her in circles. “Yes, I want you so badly. Don’t ever think I don’t.” Isabella moaned out. Her head was spinning due to intense pleasure. Emma nodded, desire burning in her eyes as she continued to fingerfuck Isabella. “I want you too, Isa.” She inhaled deeply. “And now that I know you want me, I'll never be able to stop wanting you,” she swore, and with practiced ease, her thumb found Isabella's clit again. Years of experience as a full lesbian had honed Emma’s skills, and she knew exactly how to make Isabella turn into a moaning mess. “Yes, just like that,” Isabella gasped, her voice filled with desire. “Shit, I'm so horny. Please don't stop.” Emma's thrust became faster. Her heart raced as she felt Isabella's delirious chants spurring her on. She increased the pressure on Isa’s clit, and her movements became more urgent. Emma’s free hand wrapped around Isabella’s throat, and she pressed her head to the bed as her fervor-dominant side completely took over. The pleasure burning in her was making her turn into a beast, and she was damned aware that she would hurt Isabella if she didn't slow down. “I’m going to cum…” Isabella managed to choke out before her eyes squeezed shut and ripples of desire tore her apart. Isa was panting and gasping for oxygen. But Emma didn't stop still, she continued finger fucking Isa through her orgasm. Emma’s intense eyes were fixed on Isa’s exposed body. She was watching her tremble and cry out her pleasure under the dim light. She leaned in closer, her lips grazing Isabella's ear as she whispered, “I'm going to make you feel so good, Isa. You're going to love it.” With that promise hanging in the air, she dipped her head between Isabella's thighs to feel the heat and wetness on her tongue. “Shit. That feels so good, Em.” Isa’s hips arched up instinctively and Emma smirked at the response. Her tongue teased Isabella's slick folds before she plunged it deep inside her. “Em!” Isabella screamed, her body quivering from overwhelming pleasure as Emma set a relentless pace. She was driving her to another peak with her tongue. As Emma claimed her roommate again and took her to heights of pleasure she had never known existed, Isabella surrendered completely. She wanted to be lost in the ecstasy of “Anything”. Tonight, she promised herself there would be no limits and no boundaries. It would just be the two of them, and she would give in as they explored each other’s bodies. As Isabella's moans filled the room, Emma knew that this was only the beginning of a rebound. But she didn't care. She had every intention of showing Isabella exactly what pleasure was, and also wanted to know what her deep, darkest fantasies were.There was a class I hadn't planned to attend, but I felt compelled to go just to see her face again. I was about to go after her when my phone buzzed in my pants. I fetched it out, frustrated by the sudden call until I saw “father” displayed on the screen. “Ryan, you don't have to go to your grandpa’s house after school, we've moved in.” My Dad reported the moment the call connected, and I sighed in relief. “Alright, Dad, see you at our new home,” I said, a huge, satisfied smile appearing on my lips. I didn't tease Fay for the rest of the day even though I was everywhere she was. I wasn't stalking her. But her schedule was my schedule. Her location was where I was. “You can put on a show all you want, Ryan. But your mind games won’t work on me.” Her words were stuck in my head, making it impossible to focus. How could she think this was a fucking mind game? I was impossibly attracted to her, and she actually thought I was interested in some stupid mind games. When the final
Aiden grits his teeth, hesitating for a moment, his pride warring with his desire. He wants to refuse but the hunger in Maya’s gaze is too potent to resist. He doesn't know how to explain, but he can't seem to resist her seduction despite knowing she wants to snatch his innocence. Unable to restrain his arousal, he begins to remove his clothes, each article falling to the ground until he stands before her completely exposed. Maya’s eyes roamed over Aiden’s naked form, hunger burning in her gaze as she drank in every inch of him. “Impressive,” she purred, moving to gently stroke his flaccid cock. “Let me get you hard. I want to see how big you can get.” Aiden swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest. “I-I don’t know if I can,” he stammers, his voice betraying his innocence. Maya’s smile widens at his confession, finding it both endearing and enticing. “Oh, you can,” she reassures him. “I’ll only use my hand.” With a smirk on her face, her fingers surround his
What happens when a lustful Luna with a large harem of beauties finds herself drawn to a younger, omega slave? “I'm not like the others,” he insists, his eyes flashing with disobedience. “You're just like others.” Maya states with authority, her breath warm against his skin. “But I have a feeling I will find it quite pleasurable to ride your tiny cock.” Aiden’s breath hitched at her audacious words, his cheeks flushing with arousal and anger. He mustered all his courage to retort, “My cock is not tiny.” #steamy #forbidenromance #alphafemale #seduction #omega #primaldesire #hardcore #agegap #olderwomanxyoungerman #surrender Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** Maya groans softly. She rubs her thighs together as she stares at the full moon from her luxurious bed. She has a love-hate relationship with nights like this because she gets extremely aroused. It makes her insatiable in bed, causing her to command all the men in her harem
“Thanks,” he said, his voice muffled slightly by the collar of the jacket. I nodded, a small satisfied smile playing on my lips. “No problem.” As we rode on, I stole glances at Elliot whenever I could. I wouldn't lie, the sight of him in my jacket stirred a raging desire within me. It was at this moment I admitted I wanted to be a jacket more than anything. I yearned to wrap myself around him so badly that it was hard to think of anything else when I was with him. As we arrived at the spot Elliot had discovered, I felt a sense of awe washing over me. The secluded area was nestled on the edge of the city. It offered this breathtaking view of the skyline against the backdrop of the snowy night. It was incredibly amazing. I didn't know if he always found great places because he was a photographer or if it was just a coincidence. Elliot's eyes sparkled as he took in the scene. “Here we are,” he said, his voice filled with excitement as he cut the engine and dismounte
Jackson, “Ink” Thompson, a tattoo artist, and rugged biker with a hidden desire, finds himself irresistibly drawn to Elliot, his charismatic Latino photographer.“I’m so hard for YOU.”Ink confesses his longing after a shared joint, and Elliot meets his confession with a hunger that matches his own. Their lips meet in a tender, hungry kiss, igniting a passion that burns brighter than the winter night. #TattooArtistRomance #BikerLove #HiddenDesires #InterracialRomance #PassionateEncounter #LGBTQRomance #WinterPassion #TenderKiss #IrresistibleAttraction #SharedDesireAlways read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. ***As the last buzzing of the tattoo machine faded into silence after two hours, I hummed in satisfaction and wiped the last remnants of ink from my client's forearm. “All done,” I announced and stepped back to admire my handiwork with a proud smile.The design of a roaring lion now adorned his skin. The final art looked similar yet extraordinary
My body betrayed me as longing pooled low in my belly. No. I shouldn't be getting aroused by this. I was supposed to scream. How could he know? How could he know about my dreams! How could he possibly be aware of the freaky fantasies that had consumed my nights? “You’re. . . you’re a demon,” I breathed, the realization hitting me like a freight train. Mr. Alex chuckled darkly and the sound sent a thrill of fear and excitement down my spine. “Not just any demon, Ava. I am a Dreamlust demon. I appear in the dreams of those who desire me with a burning passion.” I blinked hard at him. That- that didn't seem legit, did it? His unwavering gaze made me realize that he was kidding me, My eyes widened more and my mind reeled at the revelation as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. The wet dreams, the uncontrollable lust... it was all because of him, this demon who had invaded my thoughts and fantasies. “But why me?” I whispered. Mr. Alex shrugged. His gaze softened and a