Ancient Roman Erotica Novelas e Histórias

Roman groaned quietly, his hands moving to her ass, gripping the firm curves through the silk. “Careful,” he murmured, but his fingers dug in tighter, pulling her down harder against his bulge. Amara rocked her hips in slow circles, pressing her soaked pussy against the rigid length of him. The lace of her panties rubbed against her swollen clit with every movement, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through her body. Her gown slipped lower on one shoulder, exposing the full, heavy swell of one breast. Roman’s eyes darkened. He leaned forward and freed her breast completely, cupping the soft, warm weight in his large hand. His mouth closed over her dark nipple, sucking gently at first, then ha

Well there was only two weeks left to enjoy her and I was doing that as much as I could. Not that I didn't actually enjoy the class itself as I had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what I was writing was dirty stories, or as the web sites called it; erotica. I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews.

She had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why. Perhaps it was his dangerous calmness, or how he reaked of sin. Or maybe it was because he was the hottest man she had ever set her eyes on. Whatever it was, she wanted it. She wanted that darkness to be wrapped around her like a blanket. Thinking about him all night gave her goosebumps. She remained wet until morning. She had no other choice but to pull out her rose toy. Cummig for the third time that day seemed to do the trick, and she ended up sleeping like a baby early the next morning.

Romans written in my book of forbidden desires. The kind where everyone’s identity was hidden, where inhibitions disappeared behind beautiful disguises. Mr. Romans would be there, dressed in all black—elegant, mysterious. He wouldn’t know it was me at first. I’d approach him, and we’d talk, really talk, without the weight of who we were. And then, when the heat built, he’d pull me into a private room—red walls, low lights, a chaise—and fuck me senseless. Slow at first, teasing, making me beg. Then hard, relentless, one hand around my throat, the other spreading me wide as he pounded into me until I was screaming his name behind the mask, coming so hard I soaked his cock, until he filled me d

The woman was getting her pussy impaled by this scaly-balled animal from another dimension, but she could not deny the pleasure he was given her, and her screams testified this, as she reached down to rub her own clitty. Whilst viewing this amazing scene, Dorian’s mind wondered, and he thought about his own sexual fantasies. If he was being totally honest, he’d never really been into kinky sex, or dominant or submissive stuff, or even voyeurism.

- Romulus said, pulling him towards a limousine, not giving time to take off his clothes that were torn, pushing towards the living room carpet. About that. Sasha was going back to a binge between blowjobs towards her mansion, when four people went to have fun, Erabor’s daughter, Selene, was laughing with her legs spread, as she stood with her legs spread apart, her mouth had Alexander's cock , her pussy had Sasha's mouth, while the man on all fours had Romulus kneeling and thrusting, making a rhythmic motion. After having fun, when they exchanged positions, when the woman was riding on top of Sasha who was left with her legs apart, when Romulus was kneeling and thrusting him, when Alexander

Van's fingers dug into her hips, his grip bruising as he held her in place, his cock sliding deeper with each thrust. "You like it rough, don't you, mama?" he grunted, his breath ragged with exertion and desire. Camila's body trembled, her muscles clenching around them, the sensations overwhelming. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure ecstasy, her head thrown back, her hair spilling down her back as she found herself in the highest cloud of ecstacy. Andrew, still stroking himself, moved closer, his dark eyes glinting with lust. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he said, "Our little whore."

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

she whispered, her voice dropping to a seductive purr as she arched her back, deliberately sliding her body against his, reminding him of exactly where they were. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him back into her slick warmth, demanding the conclusion to the storm they had started. Roman's eyes darkened to near black, the last shreds of his legendary control snapping completely. "No," he growled, his voice thick with wild lust. "I'm definitely not done." He gripped her hips with bruising force, lifting her slightly before driving into her with a fierce, possessive need that made Mila scream his name into the empty office.

I asked closing the crack from the window and coming to massage her shoulders, hoping she’ll be smart. “The Estela i know doesn’t back down from one failed attempt” I whispered into her ear watching her visibly shudder below me. “Yes well… I believe you’re right. Prepare the girl. I won’t be taking blood from her cunt this time.” ─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden.