RAW DESIRES:{50 Erotica Stories} のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

“So wet already,” he murmured against my skin. “You’ve been dripping for me, haven’t you?”I nodded, breathless as he stripped me bare. Tugging my jeans and panties down, removing them from my feet and tossing them aside. Then he lifted me onto the sink, spreading my thighs wide. His eyes were devouring my wet and aching pussy.“Look at that pretty little pussy, it's all mine tonight.”He grunted, leaning in, he dragged his tongue along my folds, lapping at my juices. I cried out, tangling my fingers in his damp hair. He started sucking my clit, flicking it with his tongue, then thrusting two fingers inside my pussy, curling them to hit my g-spot.“Jay…please,” I begged, bucking my hips. He straightened up, gripping his cock, stroking it once, twice, the shaft was veined and throbbing. “You want this?” He asked, rubbing the head against my entrance, teasing. “Yes.” I whimpered, nodding frantically. With a grunt, he thrust in, stretching me full. Inch by inch, he filled me, bottomin

The bed shook with the force, my screams turning to whimpers as the pain started to blur into something darker, more overwhelming. “I can fuck your ass all night,” he growled, leaning over me, his breath hot on my neck, one hand tangling in my hair to yank my head back.His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and thrill twisting in my gut as he yanked my hair harder, arching my back painfully. The pull forced my face up from the pillow, my neck straining, while his cock kept slamming relentlessly into my ass, each drive stretching me wider, the burn intensifying with every brutal snap of his hips. I clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, my body jolting forward under the force, but he held me steady, his free hand digging into my hip to keep me still.Tears blurred my vision, sobs choking out between gasps. “Jay... please, it's too much,” I whimpered, voice breaking, but my pleas only seem to spur him on. He laughed low and dark, the sound vibrating through his chest as

Nina It was a Friday night, and I was bored out of my mind. The kind of boredom where even scrolling through social media felt exhausting. I’d just gotten home from work, kicked off my heels, and tossed my bag on the couch. The apartment was so quiet, that I could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional car passing outside. For a while, I just sat there, staring at the ceiling, wondering if this was what adult life was supposed to feel like…tired, routine, and uneventful. Then my phone buzzed. A friend had posted a story at some downtown club, lights flashing, people laughing, drinks in hand. Something in me stirred. I hadn’t gone out in weeks, maybe months. Maybe it was time to do something spontaneous. By the time the clock struck ten, I was standing in front of my closet, pulling out a black dress that had been sitting untouched for far too long. A little mascara, a touch of red lipstick, and I actually felt alive again. I grabbed my purse, called a ride, to ta

The first man knelt by my head, his softening cock still glistening with our mess, and grabbed my hair, forcing it toward my lips. “Clean it up, whore,” he ordered, shoving past my resistance until I gagged on the salty, musky taste of cum and my own juices. I choked, tears blurring my vision, as he fucked my mouth hard, using me like a ragdoll.The second man's pace became faster, his thumb finding my clit again, rubbing in rough circles that made my pussy clench emptily, aching from the force. Sparks ignited low in my belly, my body trembling on the edge. He roared, burying himself to the hilt, and I felt his cock pulse, pumping load after load into my ass until it overflowed, warm and sticky trailing down to the ground.They both withdrew, leaving me gasping, wrecked and leaking from both holes, body shaking in the aftermath. But their eyes still burned with hunger, and the first man stroked himself back to hardness, smirking down at me. “Round two, bitch. You're not done yet.”Th

I pushed back, meeting him, the slap of flesh echoing. I could feel the heat building up, coiling tight in my core. He pressed my clit with his thumb, circling it hard, sending sparks through me.I shattered first, clenching around his cock, waves of pleasure crashing over me. He followed, thrusting deeper one last time, then spilling hot cum inside me with a groan. We stayed like that, panting, his body draped over mine. Finally, he pulled out.I lingered there for a moment, bent over the desk, my body still humming from the aftershocks. His cum trickling down my inner thigh, warm and sticky, a reminder of how thoroughly he claimed me. I straightened up slowly, my legs shaky, and pulled my panties back into place, the fabric now soaked with our mixed fluids.Mr. Harlan watched me with a satisfied smirk, his cock still half-hard as he tucked it away and zipped up. The office air hung heavy with the scent of sex…musk and salt and the faint tang of wine from the spill I barely cleaned.