Anusha Erotic Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 4: Inside Her Sienna's POV My legs would not stop trembling after coming so hard my pussy still sensitive throbbing deep as Rune set me down gentle on the sink counter. The cold porcelain shocked my bare ass and thighs making me hiss loud but I ignored it spreading my legs wider right away pulling him closer with my heels digging hard into his back. His cock was still rock hard thick covered in the condom shining wet from me pressing right against my entrance teasing my open slit rubbing slow.

The fact that the taste of pussy on his cock was different day to day fascinated her, finally provoking her into finding out more. Sitting at a table just inside a cafe about 100m down the road from her brother's studio, 2 hours before she was supposed to be there, Sheri nursed a latte while reading her Kindle, appropriately enough, the story Fanny Hill, a Victorian-era novel about a girl who became a prostitute, the whole while keeping an eye on the entrance to her brother's studio.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Everyone was cheering them and Dylan’s legs started physically shaking. Lucy was making it very sloppy and nasty, saliva all over and it was making me so horny, man I wish that was me. I wish I had a dick. Ashley was already shamelessly touching my nipples and pleasing herself. “She’s so good”, she whispered to Freddy who was just watching the show and drinking his wine. Then she pulled out almost immediately and Dylan held his dick in his hands and cummed in it, shaking vigorously. We all started clapping for her. And cheering.

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

filled the room, juices flowing, mixing with the melting ice, her thighs slick and quivering. Her climax hit, her scream echoing, body shuddering, mind blurred with pleasure. - - - Eva lay awake, the creaky bed shifting under her, Hayes’s steady breaths a soft rhythm in the dark. The vanilla candle burned low, its faint glow casting shadows across the cluttered desk, the air thick with their earlier sex. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen flaring with a text from an unknown number: *You looked beautiful against the wall*. Her heart froze, fingers fumbling as she deleted it, the harsh light stinging her eyes.

I leaned down and gave her pussy and asshole a quick lick, making sure everything was good and wet, it was and I put my throbbing cock head between her pussy lips, she lifted her full ass towards me and I grabbed her firm ass cheeks and pulled her tiny body onto my cock, her pussy was surprisingly tight for a woman who had delivered three kids through that sweet pussy in just over 5 years and as I pushed in she took my whole cock with a lilting, ‘ohhh. She expertly squeezed my member with her pussy as I started to thrust in her harder, building up speed, she tipped her ass up, dug her nails into my ass, and came the first time from my cock in her hole with a gasp. I stopped, lifting her up t

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

It was still there, simmering just beneath the surface, a reminder that her awakening was just beginning. She slowly pulled away her fingers from her body, feeling the empty space they had just filled. She cleaned herself with a rag, wiping away the evidence of her pleasure, but the feeling remained. She felt a connection to the anonymous writer, a sense of sisterhood. They had shared this moment, this secret, and it made her feel less alone in her desires.

He didn't disclose any information about him, but he didn't care now. “Yes,” he answered breathily, still stroking his shaft in front of her. Beads of his pre-cum decorated the head. “Let me pleasure you, senator. It's my job to make you feel good.'' A sexy grin found its way to her red lips. She stopped dancing and sashayed her way toward the couch he was sitting on. She started to unbutton his shirt and dipped her head to lick his nipples. “Fuck, woman! What are you doing to me?” Phoenix thought his whole body was electrified the moment her wet tongue touched his hardened nipples.