Novel & Cerita African Erotica

"A-ah... fuck, Ariel... s-stop... no, keep going... mmm, fuck... you're so good at this... hnggh!" I was working Kael with my hand and riding Dante but the aphrodisiac and the exhaustion were starting to win. My hips began to give out, my pace faltering. Jax saw it immediately. He lunged forward, his hands locking onto my waist like iron clamps. He took over the work, bouncing me on Dante’s dick with a terrifying, full-power force that made me shriek.

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene. Travis's hands grasped her hips, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready, Sadile?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of excitement through her. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

I stutter and close my thigh together, only for my swollen and wet cunt lips to rub together and elicit a new sensation in my core. What is this? “Just fingering Lydia by the pool side” Kandy says dirtily and my jaw drops open, a moan slipping out instead of a protest and I see my step daddy's jaw tick. He fold his fingers into a fist like he's holding back, he looks so sexy like that. “Kandy that's inappropriate, Lydia is a good girl” he says, sounding like he's restraining himself from yelling at us but Kandy's smile only widen. The tension between the two of them causes my pussy to pulse again with an even stronger want and wronger need…raw and dirty.

The age difference was a huge gap, the fact that I was her teacher was a huge problem. But we were addicted to each other's bodies. I don't know how long she slept before waking up, but when she woke up, she sat up and looked at me "Daddy," she said. "Yes baby?" I replied, feeling her body next to mine. "I know what we are doing is a kind of taboo, but I don't want us to stop," she said as her hand slowly rubbed the head of my cock. "Neither do I Ariana, I love you so much, and my body loves yours too much to stop." I said and she smiled as she removed her panties. She straddled my cock and she rode me slowly while kissing me on the lips.

My skirt is hiked up to my waist, my legs spread out wide as I lean back on my elbows, my pussy weeping for his touch. “So wet and so creamy just for me. Is that right Bethany?” he asked with a deep, dark West African accent that only emphasized on the torture he was just about to unleash on me. “Yes, yes!” I breathed, biting the bottom of my lip to keep myself from moaning. Atiza drops to his knees between my thighs. He doesn't hesitate; he dives in, his mouth immediately finding my clit with a precision that makes my knees buckle.

My cock is rock solid and I want to fuck this young woman so badly but I hold these lustful thoughts in check as I kiss my way down her body and bury my face in her thick, carpet of pubic hair. I love her nipples but this other fine attribute of her African-American ancestry is like a fucking aphrodisiac. I've never been with a black woman before and although Jenna is half Asian, her sponge-like pubic hair surrounding her thick, black labia is my erotic fantasy of a sexy black pussy. I hesitate before taking a taste of her delectable juice so I can savor the exotic view. Jenna is getting anxious and spreads her thighs wider, arching her back into a not very subtle invitation.

Clara loved when he took control — pinning her wrists above her head and pounding her senseless until she screamed. He satisfied her completely. Her body had never felt this alive. Her pussy stayed almost constantly wet and slightly sore in the sweetest way. Every orgasm was stronger than the last. Aiden knew exactly how to touch her — how to rub her clit while fucking her, how to suck her nipples until she begged, how to talk dirty and make her drip even more.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.