All Chapters of Flesh And Fire: A spicy Erotica Collection : Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

You are such a lovely... oh, fuck... oh, geez... George? How long you’ve been standing at the door? You’ve been here the last ten minutes... watching us? Fuck!Oh, no! Don’t be alarmed; girl... as I said, George and I share a very open and carefree relationship. Oh, and I see that you don’t really mind him seeing you naked. Fuck, you know what... this gives me an idea. I bet your boyfriend’s going to love it when you get back home and give him this treat that I’m going to teach you. Have you ever gotten a man off with your hands... you know, a hand job? No? Well, George here is the perfect subject to get trained on that art. Why look, he’s already up and raring to go. George, please drop your towel and let our lovely guest here have the pleasure of your magnificent company.Ah, lovely. Look at this cock. Isn’t it an absolute work of art? We have here ten inches of rock hard muscle that I’ve been enjoying every night; and tonight, I’m feeling generous... so I’ve going to share it wit

Quickly, I scramble to my knees before his warrior-like form. He takes my head, his hand firm but not painful in my hair, and guides himself into my waiting mouth. Mmm, he’s so fucking hard. I put my hands on his hips and work my tongue along his shaft as he guides himself deeper into my mouth. He groans, throwing his head back while hitting the back of my throat. “Fuck yeah,” he rasps. “Shit, you’re good.” I almost can’t take it and tears prick my eyes, but then Pete pulls back, giving me a break. I inhale quickly but then he pumps back in and my cheeks bulge once more. The taste of him is so exquisite, I would moan if there was any space to do so around his massive cock. Suddenly, he pulls back. I whine, tugging at him to come back, but he shakes his head. Instead, the alpha male sits up with his back propped against the headboard and fists his cock. “Come and sit,” he invites. “Take me in you, sweetheart.” God, I’ve never felt so sexy before.

“Oh Santa,” I gasped, my head falling back as wild sensations rioted through my body. “Yessss! Yesss!” His tongue swirled and flicked my clit with varying speeds and intensity until I was writhing, urging him on, my head starting to thrash as my body started the delicious tensing that signaled a mind-blowing orgasm was imminent. “Do it to me, big boy,” I urged, gripping the bedsheets in my palms. His beefy hands clenched my ass as surely as he held the reins to his sleigh and held my pussy to his marauding tongue so that when I came, I came so hard I might’ve lost consciousness for a moment. A gasping wail rattled out of my mouth and I barely had time to catch my breath before Santa was up and ready to fuck. He grabbed a handful of my hair at the scalp and hoisted me up to fondle one plump tit. I melted like warm chocolate at his rough touch, trembling as I wondered what would come next. I didn’t have to wonder long. “Suck my cock,” he demanded, thrusting my face at his swollen

The creature went from kneeling, to being on the flat of its feet, towering over her with his chest pressed up against her back, the whole while pounding away. Dorian realized that he had seen this position in porn flicks many times. It was ‘up and over’ style, a variation of doggy position. The woman was completely overpowered and encapsulated by the huge hulking frame of the dragon. His muscular arms wrapped around her mid-section, and as he stood up he lifted her up off the ground with little effort.Dorian could now really see the size of the monster. He was enormous. He must’ve been about 10 feet tall, his muscles rippling underneath his scales, which covered every inch of his body. He also got a good look at the woman and saw that she was a very attractive lady. She was actually slightly older than Dorian, in her mid-thirties. She seemed to just be a normal person that had found herself in this remarkable predicament.The dragon stood up completely straight, holding the woman,

Genevieve loved these long summers, while her parents were away. Her parents were going on a Caribbean cruise, and she was going to be left alone in the beautiful plush house that she knew so well.“Hopefully Emeka won’t come round too much,” said Mr Peterson to Genevieve, as they were getting ready to leave.“He’s not so bad,” said Mrs Peterson. “I’m sure there are far worse out there.”“Well, he’s not the most intelligent kid out there. I only want the best for my little girl.”Genevieve knew that her father was just being caring, but his stern undertone still made her feel defiant.“And if the sink keeps dripping, you’re going to have to call the plumber. I’ve left his number on the kitchen table,” said Mr Peterson, as they stood in the utility room. The bright daylight shone in through the window, and out of the corner of her eye, something caught Genevieve’s attention. For there in the garden, was a big tall black man doing some gardening. His huge muscular arms exposed as he wa