Novel & Cerita Ai Erotic Fiction

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This work is a piece of fictional erotic entertainment. Any sexual activity in real life should always involve clear consent from all parties. •••••• I hate my boss, Julien Moreau. Yes, I hate him.

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She was starting to embrace the whole experience. He returned to awareness as Ariane stood with her new little playmate upside down, and Daphne kneeling under her. Both were sucking hungrily on her pussy, when Daphne rose to her feet, pushing the other two into the air. With her arched body supporting them, her face coverd with pussy, that incredible body shining with sweat, the muscles all standing out with the effort it took, his cock got hard at just the eroticism of it. When they all came, and Ariane didn't stretch it out as Serena had, glistening juices dripped down the teens face, and Daphne's mouth. Ariane let blood flow down her body in a small rivulet from the wound in the groin at

Like he had dreamed of this for months. He was making broad strokes, teasing flicks, and those soft sucks on my clit that made me cry out. And then he pushed two fingers inside me, no warning at all, and none needed, and he knows how to curve them just right to hit my G-spot! My back arched off the bed. My hands gripped the sheets. “Aiden. . . fuck! ohshit! Oh fuck, Aiden” He grinned against my cunt. “That’s right. Say my name.”

Just as my inner muscles begin to convulse in that tell-tale peaking, he stops and lifts his face away. “You like to feel the ink drying, don’t you,” he says, then blows gently onto me, ruffling my pelt. It is sublime. He crawls up over my body keeping my legs thrust apart with his own meaty thighs. I can see him bulging through his trousers. I know he wants me, I know I’ve turned him on. He pulls at his zipper and his cock falls out heavily, full with want and desire. A thick, feral musk fills the room as our scents meet. I reach down to pleasure him, but he grabs and pins me by the wrists over my head with one of his hands. With the other, he grabs his shaft and guides it to my opening. He

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Arric's fingers trailed up her inner thighs. "Beef sausages with pancakes and coffee … lots of coffee…" he rasped. Eirika felt his fingers slip under her very wet panties to trace her opening. "I will like that too…" she replied breathlessly. "You can't have coffee though…" "Maybe milk?" she whispered. Arric's fingers stroked her clit and slowly slipped into her. Her chest heaved as she took in a sharp breath and unconsciously widened her kegs further for him.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

I fantasize and imagine him thrusting his thick cock into my pussy as I shoved and rammed the plastic cock into my oh-so-wet and slippery cunt over and over again. Fuck. I pleasure myself with the thought and image of Tobias, my breathtaking crush and favourite customer. Tobias was a tall and striking man with a muscular frame and broad chest and shoulders. He had well-shaped facial hair and the most charming smile that could make you breathless. In my erotic and lustful fantasy, I would picture his face buried between my spread thighs as he shoves his thick tongue into my dripping wet pussy, licking and sucking my pussy, eating at my core like a starving man would. I imagine him thrusting h