Todos os capítulos de Midnight Cravings: Steamy Erotic Stories : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

"Where do you think you're going, Tara?" Tara had begun to pull herself across the bed too weak from her orgasm to crawl. Roy laughed, as he just lightly grabbed her hips and her escape ceased. "I can feel you shivering still," he said, fingering her hips, "You must have enjoyed your very first insemination, huh?""Ughh... N-no... I got to... go..." Tara tried to creep away again, but he drug her back to the center of the bed like a wayward kitten."Go? Where?""Shower... must get... it out," she felt it inside her, sloshing about with her labored movements."That's not going to do you much good, not with the fun just getting underway and all..."Tara looked back, realizing that two eager men hadn't yet had their 'fill'. She redoubled her efforts to squirm out of Roy's grip, but it was no use. Like a doll, Tara was flipped onto her back with legs splayed out. Roy stepped aside as the other moving man mounted her, plowing his stocky member along her creamy slit."Ugh, please!" Tara buc

One of my favourite places to give blowjobs is the gym, preferably after a sweaty workout.The truth is I don't really get to the gym to workout that much.I just love the Hunks there, wink.Remember, this is considered a public place from the perspective of the law so this has the potential to go bad, at least to the extent of having to find a new gym. Here's how to minimize that risk:1) Pick a good location. If the changing rooms have a secluded corner that can work and especially if you enjoy the extra risk.But for me a toilet cubicle or changing stall works best. Shower cubicles are often a bit too open to give adequate concealment.Being petite I can make a toilet stall work but you may need a proper changing cubicle or a disabled toilet. Sometimes the supply cupboard will be attached to the changing rooms and that can work well if it's not locked.It perhaps goes without saying but "always" use the male changing rooms. It's far easier for me to get out of male changing than i

You think I’m going to pin you down and fuck you senseless, don’t you? You’re imagining me buckling into a harness, strapping on something thick and unforgiving, and playing the part of the ruthless domme you’ve been craving. You want me to let you scream, thrash, and lose yourself in those twisted fantasies that make your pulse race and your thighs slick. I can see it in the way your chest heaves, your wrists tugging against the silk ropes that bind you to your own bed, spread wide and vulnerable. The air’s thick with your anticipation, your scent, your need. Those little hints you’ve been dropping—the way you arch your back, the stories you’ve let slip about the things you’ve done—you’re no stranger to this game. You’ve danced with darker souls than me, taken rougher hands, sharper bites. But if I’m going to give you what you want, it’s got to be something you never saw coming, something that cracks you open and leaves you begging for more. I peel off my leather gloves, one finger

Holding himself tight against her, he started to pull out when he knew he was done.A loud slurp and pop echoed as he exited the small girl.Her vagina closed right up and held in all of his sperm.Turning around, he saw that Amanda's younger sister and mother had watched the whole thing.Amanda looked at Jeremy' muscular physique and slowly deflating monster cock hanging between his legs.Not knowing what to say: Amanda's mother walked over to him and stuck out her hand.Jeremy shook it, while standing nude.Amanda's mother introduced herself as Samantha Higgins.Samantha looked at her other daughter and said she is to tell no one about this.Samantha told Amanda to get dressed.She also grabbed Jeremy's clothes and handed them to him and said get dressed. I want to have a talk with you.Samantha told Jaimie (Amanda's sister) to go home but say nothing to her dad.After Amanda and Jeremy had gotten dressed, Samantha sat down at the desk.She looked at Jeremy and said I know who you a

The morning light was pale and flat through the kitchen window, painting everything in a cool, indifferent hue. Linda stood barefoot in front of the stove, the hem of her oversized t-shirt hanging halfway down her thighs. It was Mark's old college tee -- faded navy cotton with cracked white lettering across the chest. She hadn't bothered with a bra. She rarely did these days.The coffee hissed into the pot. The eggs were rubbery. No one spoke much.Mark sat at the kitchen table in his usual place, hunched slightly forward over a bowl of cereal, glasses sliding down his nose. He looked tired, but not unpleasant. Just... elsewhere. The television played softly in the background - local news, sports scores, a weather segment nobody listened to.Their youngest was still chewing loudly. The oldest had already bolted with a Pop-Tart. The dog snored on the rug.Linda turned off the burner and pushed the eggs onto a plate for herself, not really hungry. Her thighs rubbed softly as she moved.