Ally Lotti Hot Novels & Stories

Elissa looked at Caroline beside her and asked, "Have you seen her husband?" Caroline, as Charlotte and Leandro's number one shipper, nodded repeatedly when Elissa asked, "Of course I've seen them! Not only have I seen them, but I've seen them many times! Let me tell you, Elissa, Lottie's husband really spoils her! The two of them have been trending on T*****r several times! You know T*****r, right?" Elissa nodded, she didn't really use T*****r much, but she had an account and would occasionally go on to see what's happening.

Cum from the classroom drips down my inner thighs, cool and sticky, every step making my swollen clit rub against my soaked panties. “We’re here.” Lira announces, the bathroom door slams shut behind us, and she flips the lock with a click that sounds final. My whole being is tingling with excitement. I wait for her, and without wasting any more time, Lira becomes fully visible, violet skin glowing under the harsh fluorescent lights, heavy tits heaving, amber eyes blazing with raw possession and lust. The playful sweetness I usually see in her eyes is completely gone, and I should be scared of what it left in its wake, but instead, my nipples get tighter, peaking and begging for her mouth.

NIVEA My generous curves seemed to captivate him completely. I watched his lips part and engorge, his cheeks flushing with lust. The way he stared at me—like I was Nefertiti, the goddess of love—made my pussy throb powerfully. A warm, traitorous wave of arousal flooded through my core. He drew in a sharp breath through his mouth and bit his lower lip hard.

“He’s amazing. You’ll love him. He’s good-looking, and he’s fun, and we’re totally connected—” “Great! Look, let’s meet up for lunch, OK? And we can talk about it.” I’m overreacting, I tell myself. I simply have to adjust to this new situation. Maybe this guy Ben is perfect for Lottie and it will all work out brilliantly. As long as they have a nice long engagement and don’t rush into anything— “Shall we meet at Selfridges?” Lottie says. “I’m there now, actually. I’m buying honeymoon underwear!”

“Tell me how much your greedy cunt loves being bound like a cheap Amsterdam slut.” “I… I love it,” Lotte gasped, voice trembling. “I love being tied up for you.” He pulled the thick crotch rope slowly between her legs, letting the coarse texture grind directly against her swollen clit. “Feel that?” he growled, yanking it upward viciously so the rope sank deep between her wet folds. “This rope is going to rub your nasty little clit raw while I fuck you. Beg me to make it tighter.” “Please… make it tighter,” she moaned desperately. “Make it hurt.”

"And a very soft pussy. Damn," Lottie's eyes closed in pleasure. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from moaning too loud when his fingers pressed a little hard on her pussy. He rubbed her until the outline of her puffy, swollen cunt lips were visible. "Pat?" One of the participants called. "Our legs are getting tired." Pat tore himself away from Lottie with a groan. His cock was twitching too hard in his pants. She was so responsive. He eyed the damp patch between her legs and licked his lips. Soon.