روايات وقصص ضمن Anne Rice Erotica

John I brutally open the bathroom door and what I see before me leaves me speechless. Damn, what a sight! I see Ariane, sitting on the floor, completely naked. Her legs and thighs are spread as wide as possible. Her fingers are inside her pussy, she's pleasuring herself. It's the most erotic image I've ever seen. She lets out a cry as the door bursts open. She freezes in front of me, not knowing what to do! I have a boner.

His fingers teased higher and higher, brushing against my bare, soaked pussy whenever no one was looking. By the time the dinner ended and goodnights were said, I was shaking with need. The second the elevator doors closed behind us on the 12th floor, the mask dropped. Lucas shoved me against the mirrored wall, his mouth crashing down on mine in a brutal kiss. His hand slid under my dress and two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. “Fuck, Ava,” he groaned against my lips. “You’re soaked. You’ve been creaming all over my hand for the last two hours like a desperate little slut.”

If I can’t have them both, then I don’t want either. Aika sounds troubled. “Girl, we have another problem...” Shocked, I say, “another one?” “Eric, cum inside...” Aika tells me in a whisper, as if she was afraid that someone would hear us. “What are you talking about?” “Girl! He cum inside? You know!” She makes her face look totally uncomfortable. “Aika, I don’t follow you...” “THAT ERIC PUT HIS SEED INSIDE OUR PUSSY! By the goddesses, you came out hard to understand!”

Arnica raises her head from the pillow and gazes at me, her hand discreetly moving up and down within her silky pyjama pants, right between her thighs. I watch, mesmerized, as she lifts her ass up and a soft, sweet, melodious moan departs her lips. My breaths quicken, and I feel myself getting hard as she spreads her legs wider and slides her other hand under the waistband. I should turn around and slam the door behind me, but I find it impossible to tear myself away; away from the erotic scene unfolding before me.

Aynyra sped up the motion, sliding her fingers, occasionally pinching to send a vibration over Rhae's body. Aynyra felt Rhae's own hand reach down and slowly rub over Aynyra's clit. Rhaenyx trembled, her moans growing loud as Aynyra rewarded her with a faster motion, building and building the sensation upwards. Aynyra released her own moan as Rhae made a circle over Aynyra's clit, rolling it under her fingers. Aynyra rewarded the sensation by sliding her fingers back into Rhae's folds. Aynyra slid her fingers inside of Rhae, feeling the warmth pulsing through Rhae's pussy. Aynyra used her thumb to continue rubbing along Rhae's clit, forcing on her two incredible sensations that Rhae couldn't

“I don’t think we only had sex once like you led me to believe. I feel like it’s been a lot since we came back to the Philippines from New York.” Ainara’s face turned red. Her mind immediately flashed to what happened between them right here on this very dining table. She felt like she was on fire. His presence always did this to her. She felt like a wanton woman. She was so frustrated because the truth was, there wasn’t a day or moment she didn’t miss Andres. “Stop talking about sex in front of the food.” Andres raised an eyebrow but bit his lower lip, holding back a laugh because it was obvious from her reaction that a lot had happened between them in this very house.

Erin hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her sweats, tugging them down to reveal a lacey black pair of panties. Guess Az didn’t steal them this time. Our eyes locked as she tugged the tank top over her head, revealing a matching lacey bralette. Leaning back against the couch, my tongue slid across the seam of my lips as I drank in the sight of her. (Dangerous Woman-Ariana Grande) Her hands flex around the pole, and immediately, my attention is laser focused. Erin’s chest rises and falls for a few beats before her eyes close, and I’m fucking brimming with the need to see her move.

If there hadn't been so many people around, I would have lost control right there on the floor. Then something caught my eye. Sitting under my bunk was a stunning college student with an incredible figure. The construction site let us off early, and it just happened to line up with the university break. What a stroke of luck. From where I lay, I had a clear view of her chest. Her mounds looked incredible, way bigger than my wife's. She couldn't have been more than 20 years old. Every time she moved, I couldn't help but stare. I was already aching, and the sight of her only left me more aroused, my body reacting under the blanket.

Soft lantern light flickered across the wooden deck as distant temple bells rang softly through the bamboo forest. Aiko Nakamura, a 26-year-old Japanese tech heiress with flawless porcelain skin, long straight black hair, and a delicate yet voluptuous figure, stepped into the steaming onsen pool. The scalding mineral water enveloped her body like liquid silk, making her skin flush deep pink as thick steam rose around her. The heat soaked into her muscles while the cool night breeze kissed her exposed shoulders and face, creating an intoxicating contrast. She had come seeking peace. Instead, the ache between her thighs demanded something far more primal.

Arianna cried as her laps quivered and convulsed, tears wetting her cheeks Andre's teeth gleamed whitely as he gave her a predatory grin, quickly he slides a finger into the lace tong and thrusts slowly into her hot, creamy and clenching channel, and she was still very much tight. He felt the climax rippling through her, prolonging her pleasure, his finger curved and stroked against the sensitive muscles deep inside her. “Oh my God, Oh my….” Arianna groaned and quivered, her eyes wet with pleasurable tears, shakily she covered her mouth with her left finger embarrassed of calling God’s name in such an unholy situation, her right hand fingers digging painfully into Andre's tensely built back