Novel & Cerita Adult Porn Literature

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

Mia's POV I woke up with Mr. Cole’s cock still inside me. Not a dream, not a fantasy, but real, thick, hard again, stretching me open in his big bed while the rest of the quiet Ohio house remained silent. Mr Cole was my best friend’s dad, forty-seven, divorced, shirtless, and buried so deep I could feel every pulse. My dress was shoved up around my waist, my panties were gone, his hand covered my mouth so I wouldn’t make noise while his other hand pinned my wrists above my head as he moved slow and dirty, dragging almost all the way out then pushing back in until my eyes watered.

Every time I thought I was done, one of them would push me higher. Placing the toy against my clit, ramming their fingers inside me, one cock stretching me out while another cock filling my mouth. "Look at you," Robin growled. "Taking both of us like a perfect little slut. Cum again, right now." I came until my voice had gone hoarse and my legs would not stop shaking. When they finally stopped, I was wrecked in the best way possible; sticky, sweaty and completely used. Hillian and Robin settled on either side of me. They kissed my body and lips softly. "You’re perfect," Hillian murmured against my skin.

Perhaps I was one of them. The lecture was deeply rooted around oral s*x. However, my dearest reader, don't misinterpret me. When someone becomes a professor in literature beyond forty years, his or her brain begins to get coitus. Periodically, I usually say, ‘older we get, the nastiest we become.’ That reminds me of this bald pornographer who usually gets hard each time he sees a pretty lady. Drop that. Do you recall what Jane wrote in her exotic work about so called, ‘the elderly?’

He lifts me up onto Daddy’s desk. Shoves the Bible aside like it’s in the way. Then kneels—kneels—in front of me like he’s about to pray. But instead… He spreads my legs. And starts eating me like salvation lives between my thighs. --- My head falls back. My fingers tangle in his hair. He groans into me, like my body tastes like worship. “Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Please.” “Oh, now you wanna beg?” he says, slick with lust.

Breathlessly and so dangerously close to orgasming, I told the priest that I had sinned with multiple men, and when he asked how, I gave him a full, vivid detailed description of how I’d two men old enough to be my father to double team me. “They had both their cocks in my pussy, fucking and pounding their seeds into me at the same time,” the more I relived that moment, the more I wanted it to happen all over again, and I wanted to orgasm. “I let them use every hole in my body. I let them fuck me harder than I’ve ever been fucked. I let them spread my ass and cum inside my hole, and then I let them use my mouth. Oh, father….” I moaned. “And, their wives were present.” I continued after a pau

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

Some got on top, their ready grazing against the elf’s face. Some laid down speading their legs, exposing their clits, and their wetness while fingering themselves , the sight almost making the men topple over and some bent low, arching their perfect ass and shaking them for the dom elves to admire. While some were bold enough to demand getting fucked by two dom elves.

I had hit him and I deserved every punishment he wanted to dish out on me. My eyes were glossy, tingling at the edges even as I tried to keep them open, to feed my eyes what the sight that may last me a lifetime when, Jonathan's cock slipped out and he placed Gerald down gently. I watched in lustful fascination as his prolapse pushed out and went back in, making a wet sound and his hole gaped so wide. My cock trembled that I held it so hard, this was beyond hot, this was sinfully erotic. Aaron and Max closed in on him. My heart raced as I watched Aaron get on the floor and Gerald was pulled to sit on his cock.

He tossed the book onto the bed beside her, its pages splayed open to an illustration of a woman arched beneath a man, his cock buried deep inside her. Ánh Nguyệt's breath hitched. Her fingers twitched against the sheets. "Look at it," Duy Nam commanded, voice low. She did. The arousal was instant—her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. The detailed sketches left nothing to imagination: limbs tangled, mouths open in pleasure, the slick slide of bodies. Duy Nam didn't wait. He pushed her back, his palm rough against the delicate fabric of her robe. "Tell me you don't want this." She couldn't.