Alexia Grace Sex Tape Novels & Stories

I grit the words out and keep my eyes lowered. "Ah, Alexis, yes, I need you," he groans, and I fight back the gag as I hear his skin slapping against hers. She's relatively quiet, so she either gagged with something or his hand. "Look at me, Alexis, stop being shy and acting like you haven't seen two people fuck," he laughs slightly, then grunts. I've seen hundreds of people fuck, but I have no want or need to see him doing it. My eyes stay down.

Baby I can make that pussy rain, often Often, often, girl I do this often ?Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often, often, girl I do this often ?Make that pussy poppin', do it how I want it Often I smile seeing Darrell lie on his stomach with a towel wrapped around his waist. I was already on a simple spa robe. I apply the massage oil to my palm and work my fingertips slowly on his bare back. I trace slow, circular patterns up and down the sides of his spine and I heard him gasp.

He groaned as he thrust in and went deeper into her, ravishing her as his eyes glittered with desire and held the Omega's breast as he went faster and faster, as her pheromones were sticking all over the place. "I'm cumming baby," she cried, then, playing with her pussy, fingering it and moaning out loud. The Beta went faster and faster slamming into his stripper as he groaned. I had to endure it, I couldn't watch this, I had to leave here as soon as possible. I couldn't watch this anymore and ran out of there, going back to my work of packing up the sand with a shovel. I felt nervous and disgusted and if I were to be snagged, I would be killed.

“Yeah? Then why is your honey pot milking me so greedily? Leaking all over my hand like a desperate slut.” The pleasure built fast and devastating. Luca’s knife lay nearby, a constant reminder of the danger, while his free hand occasionally traced the blade’s flat side over Alex’s back, heightening every sensation. Alex came shattering with a raw cry, his pleasure pot clenching hard around Luca’s cock as thick ropes of cum painted the cot beneath him. The orgasm left him shaking, tears of overwhelming shame and bliss rolling down his face. “Never… came that hard before,” he gasped, voice wrecked.

“It’s exactly what you’ve wanted, baby girl. Now, anyone looking up can see exactly what a naughty girl you are. All they have to do is glance up.” Aaliyah could feel her face heating up at how true his words are. Yet, the taboo act only brings a shiver down her back in excitement. Before Hudson came into her life, she thought her sex drive was more than nonexistent. Yet, to know he’s able to bring out this side of her only made her tighten around his cock, which he notices. She places her hand firmly onto the window to steady herself while standing on her toes, letting her hit a spot that made her see stars. She’s panting hard against the glass, fogging it up in the process as he uses her r

The ultimate degradation. And it feels... explosive. Alex is stroking himself, his rhythm jerky and furious. He’s groaning, his eyes fixed on the screen where his past self is pounding into me. "Cum," Evelyn orders. "To your own exploitation." I scream. It’s a wretched, tearing sound. The orgasm hits me like a whip crack. I arch my back, grinding my hips into the concrete, my vision going white as I spill over. The shame burns as hot as the pleasure.

Alex Phil, my so-called fiance, sat there with his legs crossed, undeniably handsome. Clearly, Alice and Victoria were not blind. This 'Mr. Phil' caught my eye, his look a mix of curiosity, judgment, and a good dose of scorn. "Miss Elvira," he said, standing and putting down his drink, "I'm Alex." "Hello." We shook hands, and I sat down beside him. He wasted no time in starting a conversation. "I've heard you used to be a..." "Boxer." "That's quite unusual. Not many women in the ring."

I flicked my tongue fast and hard over it while pushing two thick fingers into her soaking pussy, curling them immediately to stroke that sensitive spot inside her. Elena’s back arched violently off the bed, her heavy tits bouncing with the movement. “Oh my God, Alex! Your tongue feels so fucking good. Suck that clit harder, baby. I haven’t had my pussy eaten like this in years… not since before the divorce. You’re making Mrs. Harper feel like such a dirty whore.”

Grace stared at it with wide, nervous eyes. “It’s… so big,” she whispered, biting her lip. Jax stroked himself slowly, spreading the glistening precum. “Come here, princess. I’ll teach you.” He laid her on her back first and rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her soaked slit, teasing her clit until she was whimpering and begging. Then he pushed in slowly. Grace gasped sharply as he stretched her virgin entrance, the burning pressure intense. Jax kissed her through it, whispering filthy encouragement.