Arab Erotica Novels & Stories

One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversensitive clit. “Come again,” he growled. “I want to feel you milk me.” She did—sobbing into the sheets, squirting hard around him. Only then did he let go—pulling out to paint hot stripes across her ass and back while Jade watched with hooded eyes, fingers lazily circling her own clit. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick and breathless. After a moment, Jade kissed Lila softly, tasting herself on her lips.

My skirt is hiked up to my waist, my legs spread out wide as I lean back on my elbows, my pussy weeping for his touch. “So wet and so creamy just for me. Is that right Bethany?” he asked with a deep, dark West African accent that only emphasized on the torture he was just about to unleash on me. “Yes, yes!” I breathed, biting the bottom of my lip to keep myself from moaning. Atiza drops to his knees between my thighs. He doesn't hesitate; he dives in, his mouth immediately finding my clit with a precision that makes my knees buckle.

“Yes. Exactly like that.” His erection pulsed, pressing painfully against his zipper. His eyes roamed over her shamelessly, devouring the sight of her spread open. He had asked for this under the pretense of art, but nothing about the look in his eyes was detached or professional. It was raw. Hungry. Lena shifted slightly, and the movement only made things worse. Damien’s gaze locked onto her core, and she felt goosebumps rise all over her skin. Her body betrayed her, wetness began to gather, subtle but visible, glistening faintly in the soft light.

Layla was still talking, back to us, rummaging through the fridge like she was hunting treasure. My fingers curled slightly, stroking the skin under Sara's shorts. She shifted in her seat. Just a little. I pressed my thumb gently into her thigh. Her breath caught. She reached for her glass of water, hand trembling faintly as she lifted it to her lips. Control, baby. I slid my hand higher—close enough to feel the heat of her. Close enough to remind her exactly where I'd been last night. And what I could do again in less than a minute if we were alone.

he murmured against her mouth. Arabella wrapped her legs around his hips, and with nothing more, he penetrated her in a single, powerful thrust. A shared moan filled the room. For an instant, the cursed image of the photos that had tried to destroy her trust came back to Arabella , but when she opened her eyes, she saw him: Eduard's expression was pure need, raw desire, without a mask. Nothing like the cold, fake images they had shown her. She let herself go. He drove into her without control, with brutal force, burying himself in her again and again. The room was filled with gasps, the frantic pounding of skin against skin, and moans that mingled with every movement.

After a few minutes of Liv going down on me, I would have eaten my own mother. I licked up into Arora's pussy repeatedly. Arora gasped and mashed her tits with her hands. It was obvious that she liked it, even though I was unsure about how to eat another woman properly. But still, it was very erotic seeing Arora's smooth pubes and naked body above me. Arora had very nice titties, similar to mine and much smaller than Liv's.

The air started to feel heavier, charged with something dark, and I glanced around, my heart rate picking up as a shimmer appeared in front of me. The air rippled like heat waves off a fire, and suddenly Aradia materialized right on the altar in Ember's naked form, her legs spread wide apart without a hint of shame. She leaned back on her elbows, flashing her glistening pussy that was still crusted with dried cum from our last encounter, the lips puffy and inviting, while her asshole winked slightly as she shifted. The sight hit me like a punch, making my cock leak even more, pre-cum dripping steadily onto the stone below. "Summoned by your desperate dick, huh? Pathetic," she taunted with a

She should not fúck someone she was to plot revenge against. "Offering me that way seems so sexy. But I have other ways to please you." "What way?" Arabella gasped and winced as Sandro cupped her pússy. She writhed and her toes clenched. He slipped two fingers inside her, stretching her wall and she tossed her head back letting out a wanton moan. Her eyes flitted to his and she bit her lips as a smirk formed on his face. What was he up to?

My muscles are taut as I try not to get my cock into her pussy like I want to. Layla rubs her tits against my face, moaning and shuddering as the orgasm crashes into her. Her pussy gushes against my thigh, her release all over me. Everything becomes quiet in that moment, till it’s just her breathing mingling with mine. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe I could give in to this power that we’ve created, and it would be okay after. She wants me too. I could show her what big, bad Daddies do to their little girls. But a flash of lightning illuminates the pink in her hair.

"Late show again. I pick the movie." His eyes darkened with interest. "Yeah? What you got in mind, Ari?" I showed him my phone, the listing for a hardcore erotica film—explicit, no holding back, the kind with intense scenes that would make anyone blush. "This one. On purpose." He laughed low, pulling me on top of him. "You're turning into a little freak. I love it. Let's go."