Anusha Erotic Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A pair of hands ran up each of my legs as Anna and Lucy worked together. The sensation of being touched but being unable to see was amazing. Every touch was sublime; their fingers gently caressed my legs, and my whole body tingled with excitement. I squirmed, wriggled, and giggled with glee as their hands tickled my sensitive spots. Four hands were all over my body; I bit my lip and gasped with pleasure. Every piece of skin was being touched—the back of my knees and the curves of my armpits; no spot was overlooked. Joining the four hands were two pairs of lips as I felt my tummy being kissed. I squealed as my nipples were gently sucked. I writhed in ecstasy, being held in place by the cuffs

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

A faint, quiet smile touched my lips as the door clicked shut behind me. The suite was warm, smelling faintly of sweet vanilla and fresh linen. A bottle of expensive champagne rested in a silver ice bucket on the side table, two crystal flutes sitting beside it. Annabelle was already waiting for me in the center of the room. She was dressed in a sheer, ice-pink lace lingerie set that left almost nothing to the imagination. The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties.

The cool night air hit my skin like a shock, but it did nothing to dampen the heat radiating from between my legs. I hadn't bothered with a bra or underwear; I had simply slipped into a sheer, silk slip that clung to my curves and left nothing to the imagination. Every step I took felt the slick slide of Richard’s cum leaking from my pussy, a warm, sticky reminder of the audit I’d just endured. The thought of Ethan finding out—or better yet, tasting the evidence of my father's claim—made my clit throb with a renewed, desperate hunger.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

“You know what? Why don’t you bend me over the desk? I want to feel this cock even deeper.” Marcus nodded eagerly and pulled out. Elena slid off the desk, spun around, and shoved her fat, juicy ass toward him. Every little movement made her cheeks jiggle softly, the sight so hypnotic that Marcus gulped hard, his cock twitching visibly. She bent forward over the desk, laying her upper body flat against the wood. Her thick thighs spread wide, ass pushed back invitingly, pussy glistening and ready for him. When nothing happened, she glanced back over her shoulder and saw Marcus just standing there, eyes locked on her fat ass like he was hypnotized.

No mistaking what it was. Her body ground against him, every move of her hips rubbing over his hardness. Heat surged through her veins. And then it hit her—his scent. That same scent from earlier. Her eyes snapped open. It’s him! The guy at the counter! Her body burned hotter with that realization. Wetness pooled between her thighs. Flashes of his veiny hand skimming her curves made her bite back a moan. She pushed harder against him, rolling her hips until he groaned into her ear.

She was saying when suddenly she realized she shouldn't have said things she just did. Oops! "Yesss!" Azhan groaned in a thoughtful manner as he added while lying her on her stomach, hovering over her, exchanging their positions. "I forgot about that porn novels tell me more about them." Azhan said smirking as she at that time really wanted to cut her tongue off. "They weren't porn...that was romance okay... Zoha gifted me that novel." Anna said turning completely red in bewilderment. She tried to push him away but he didn't even flinch a little. She couldn't use her legs as there was soreness between her legs.

“I'm sorry about that. I didn't intend to forget it–” Chuckling, she dropped her eyes into his jeans, basically surveyed his intimate area and said, “Don't worry. I'm Ann–” “The pleasure is all mine, Ann. I'm Anderson.” Shaking hands, Ann held his firm hand firmly, then felt its elegance. With that, she handled back his notebook and said, “I have read your notebook, and I think I have a better erotic novel to keep you busy for your project.” “I'll appreciate it if you help me with it–” he said, his face sparkling with joy.