Semua Bab Sensual Erotic Tales ( short smut stories).: Bab 71 - Bab 80

I moaned, and it came out shamelessly, louder than I intended. He grinned against me, as if he’d won something. “More like it,” he growled, pounding harder. “You’re disgusting,” I moaned, my pussy clenching around him so hard. “You are going to cum on my cock now? While I tell you how you kept on moaning every night, pleasuring yourself?” he asked. “We’re both disgusting,” he leaned down, his face inches from mine. “You want to know what I thought about your mouth, your tits through that thin shirt you sleep in, the sound you make when you cum?” I know all of them. He said. Now tell me mine while I keep on thrusting inside of you. “I thought about you every night,” I gasped. “Your hands, your cock… I came thinking about you inside of me, which I so much hate.” He slammed into me. “Now you’re getting the real thing, and it’s even better.” “It’s so much better,” I moaned, meaning it with everything I had. His hand wrapped around my throat, fingers pressing into the si

Dad was the first to stand up, then Mom. "So keep the house good, we're off to work," Mom said. "Okay," I said. With that, they left, leaving just the two of us. We stared at each other for a long time without making a single move. "So this is what you want," he said. I didn't say a word. He shifted both our plates to the other side of the table before he stood me up and laid me on the dinner table. I didn't dare to question him, since this is exactly what I wanted. "Let me make you cum one last time before I leave for work," he said. He laid me flat on the dining table, his hands framing my waist as he gently pulled my vest upward. When it hit my neck, my breasts spilt out into the cool morning air so fresh, so pink, so silky. My nipples were already hard and swollen, waiting for him. His palm settled over one of them as his fingers dug in as he squeezed. He leaned down, his warm mouth replacing his hand, and took the other nipple into his mouth. The heat and pleasu

"I smell like sandalwood and soap," I murmured, my hand reaching up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath his shirt. "Exactly," he murmured. "You're wearing my shirt. You're sleeping in my bed. You're cumming for me." His hand moved from my neck to my collar, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons one by one, exposing my shoulder and the pale skin beneath. "You're making it impossible for me to think about anything but you." He pressed a kiss to my collarbone, then higher, his lips tracing a path along my jawline. I tilted my head back, giving him more access, my eyes fluttering shut. The kiss started gently, a tentative exploration of lips and tongues, but it quickly escalated, turning into so much hunger and desperation. I could taste the coffee he’d had, the hint of mint, and I was hungry for more. I pulled him closer, my arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him flush against me. His hands moved to my hips, gripping them hard, pulling me up

I can't stop fantasizing about my boss's pussy. It has been exactly one week since Boss Mirah hired me as her personal secretary and I have been losing my mind ever since. Every morning, I find myself sitting at my desk, my panties damp and my thoughts consumed by her. She is older, taller than me, and devastatingly beautiful. Her booty is the most magnificent thing I have ever seen, a thick, round perfection that makes my mouth water just thinking about it. She wears these fitted dresses that hug her curves in all the right places, accentuating that incredible ass of hers. Every time she walks past my desk, I have to physically restrain myself from staring. She is straight. She is engaged to some boring guy, and she is completely off limits in every way that matters. But when she looks at me with those piercing blue eyes something shifts. I know what I'm thinking isn't right, but the urge is overwhelming. When I touch my wet folds and imagine her sweet smell filling my nose

I swallowed greedily, drinking her in as she flooded my mouth, her essence dripping down my chin. Her thighs tightened around my head, trapping me there, but I didn't care. I kept eating her, slow, drawing out every ounce of pleasure until she was trembling and gasping for air. "Fuck... Lina... don't stop, please..." She was panting, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a deep, heated red. I slowly pulled back, licking my lips as I looked up at her. Her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen and glistening. "You taste incredible, boss," I whispered with a smirk playing on my lips. She looked at me like I was crazy, her breath coming in heavy shallow gasps. "Get out," she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible. "Get out, Lina." I stood up slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "I'm not going anywhere," I said, my voice low and sultry. "I'm not done yet." I reached out and grabbed the hem of her skirt, pulling it up even further. Mirah tri