Wild Steamy Tales: Hot Erotic Compilation のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

He gave her one last thrust and slowly pulled out. Susan turned immediately and dragged him down to the bed. "Let me ride you."Donald lay back on the bed, his chest slick with sweat. His cock still stood proud, wet, swollen and throbbing with the need for more. She climbed onto him slowly and straddled his thighs, her knees pressing into the mattress. Her pussy hovered above him, hungry to swallow his whole length. She grabbed his shaft in one hand and began to stroke him while watching him. She has fantasize riding him for a long time. Today, she was going to do it."Mmm,” she moaned, teasing his tip against her clit, smearing herself with his slick. “You are still very hard, Donald. That’s what I’ve been wanting from you.”Donald groaned and traced his hands to her hips, but she slapped them away with a grin. “No. I’m in charge now. You are mine.”She lifted herself and positioned his dick at her entrance, then lowered herself down. The thick crown of his cock parted her folds and

Soon, she began to feel him getting hard again. She smiled and kissed him harder.They kissed for some moments before she pulled back. "You are getting hard already." She said. "They didn’t just treat you, Donald. They turned you into a beast.”Her pussy pressed against his cock, and she raised herself and sank her pussy onto it. She swallowed his whole length again and trapped it inside her hot pussy.Donald grinned and grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her tighter to himself. "And you love the beast they turned me into."Susan moaned as she began to grind against him. “Yeah. I don’t ever want the old Donald back. I want this one. The beast.”Their lips crashed together again, hot and hungry, as she began to ride him. Soon, it turned into a wild ride. Her nails dug into his chest as she began to ride him, bouncing with reckless abandon, her breasts swaying as her moans echoed in the room.Donald’s hands held her hips, guiding her rhythm, but his mind wasn’t fully there. Every

The house was calm that afternoon. Desmond sat on the couch, watching the television as he stretched his tall frame across the cushions. He was wearing only a pair of shorts, and the light from the window fell across his bare chest and the rippled lines of muscle that marked his stomach. His blue eyes stayed glued on the screen, watching a football match by his favorite club.The sound of the front door opening pulled him back. He turned his head and saw his father step into the house with bags in his hands. He wasn't surprised. He was expecting him to come back with bags since he would be bringing his newly married wife and her daughter. He hadn't seen them before, and he couldn't wait to see what they looked like.Just as his father stepped into the house, a young-looking woman in her forties came in right after him, and another amazing-looking figure followed close behind her.His father’s face was full of joy. He has this kind of smile he hasn't seen for a long period of time. Des

Stella stood up from the couch and stretched a little. She glanced at Desmond with a soft smile.“I’ll go rest now,” she said.Desmond nodded. “Alright. If you are hungry, there's food in the kitchen.”"You can cook?" she asked. "Yeah, why not? I can cook." He replied.She turned to walk toward the way, but her toes struck hard against the wooden leg of the chair. The sharp pain shot up her foot, and she cried out, almost losing her balance.“Ahh!” she gasped, clutching at her foot.Desmond moved quickly. He caught her by the arm before she could stumble and guided her back onto the couch. She sat down, wincing as she held her toes.“Sorry, sorry,” he said, his voice full of concern. He bent low and focused on her foot. “This must hurt bad. A beautiful girl like you is not supposed to be hurt.”The words slipped out naturally, but they landed heavily in Stella’s chest. Her heart fluttered, and she forgot the pain for a second. His voice was soft and sincere, and the way he called her

Her eyes immediately flashed towards the door. Who could be knocking? Could it be Desmond?“Who is that? Please come in,” Stella said as she sat up on her bed.The door opened slowly, and her mother stepped inside with a warm smile. She wore a loose gown, and her hair was tied in a bun. She saw her on the bed and smiled. “You must be tired?”“Yeah, I was just lying down,” Stella replied, trying to sound calm.Margaret came closer and sat beside her on the bed. The soft mattress sank a little under her weight. She placed a hand on Stella’s leg and smiled again.“I wanted to check on you,” she said. “It’s been a long day.”Stella nodded. “Yes, it has.”Her mother looked around the room and then back at her. “I know moving into a new house can be strange. New faces, new environment. How are you feeling about everything?”Stella hesitated. Her heart was still racing from the thoughts she had before. She tried to slow her breathing and smiled faintly.“I think I’m okay,” she said. “They se