Ariana Grande Erotica Novels & Stories

Amaya moaned when the Alpha of the Arcadian packs harshly smashed his lips to her soft and pinkish lips. He pushed her on his bed and roughly rip off her clothes and a wonderful image appeared in front of him. Markus's desire heats up to be intense. He couldn't take it anymore. While looking into Amaya's face, he saw an image of a mysterious girl looking at him, the face of his concubine assistant, Ariana. " Hmmm, Ariana you're so beautiful" he groaned while thrusting his hardness to Amaya's opening. She heard it and she pushed him by surprise.

Her hands went to her back and pulled down her zipper, and her dress followed suit. She was completely naked underneath the dress and while she used to make do before. After seeing Anya, I could feel my cock and wolf protesting against the sight before them. Her tits were about two sizes smaller and didn’t come close in comparison to Anya’s glorious tits. I shook my head, trying to get the image out of my head. “What are you waiting for?” Ariana asked as she turned around and twerked her muscles. “Suck my cock, Ana.” Unlike Anya, Ariana is more responsive and falls to her knees with my command. I can’t help but imagine that Ariana is Anya, kneeling in front of me and begging me to let her pl

As her slender fingers rolled them, an electrified sensation curled her skin, making her recall the night before his disappearance. That evening, she had pierced into the bedroom in a black, V–cut, short dress and her bathroom slippers. As she stepped in, the straps holding her dress from the back swayed sideways, tracing the line of her spinal cord. Before she understood how her slutty dressing had aroused Mark, he was already doing magic with his talented tongue on her n*ppl*s, while working his excellent fingers through her sl*t. Each strike meant an ecstasy, and Ariana knew how to accumulate that inwardly. As he cupped and squeezed her breasts repeatedly, a spectacular, familiar explosio

Erica asked before she quickly took her top off and headed towards them. “I’m in a fuckin’ coma or somethin’ because I dreamt last night. This can’t be a dream.” Ed said as Erica pulled her pants down and sat on Ed’s lap, gyrating her hips and pressing her own sexy ass around on Ed’s bare cock while Darla took her top off and put her tits right in Ed’s face; Ed fingered Darla while sucking on her nipple and let Erica just do her own thing with his cock before Erica took her blue thong off and straddled him, taking half of his thick cock at once before she started slowly bouncing up and down to ease the rest of him inside her, “This is amazing!” “You really are.” Erica said as she fucked away

This caused her to not hide anything from Daniel, to keep nothing to herself. Ariana was shaking right under Daniel’s hand as he ran over the edge of the lace that covered her breasts. The vintage pink laced baby-doll matched her soft skin perfectly. Her blue, frightened eyes were still fixed on his face. Ariana hardly blinked. She licked her dry, yet red and full lips several times. Her throat felt dry. Daniel watched her every move. Even though she was already a woman, she acted like an inexperienced frog, which teased him immensely. He knew she only spent one night with Marcus. One night wasn’t enough for her to learn what Daniel was going to show her.

“Just… just come, please. Hurry.” “I’m on my way,” Amelia promised. Moments later, Amelia walked into Ariana’s apartment. She found her curled up on the sofa, eyes red and napkin clutched in her hand. Amelia rushed over, sitting beside her. “Okay,” Amelia said softly, brushing Ariana’s hair back from her damp face. “I’m here now. Tell me what’s going on.” Ariana wiped her cheeks with the napkin, voice trembling. “Daniel came yesterday we watched N*****x and then we started kissing, and it got a little heated. He took me to the bedroom, and we tried to have sex but I stopped him.”

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and began to fuck her mouth while she sucked me fervently, moaning while at it as if she was licking the most delicious popsicle in the world and it turned me on more… making the hair on my neck stand. “Fuck… baby. Look at you taking my cock like a good girl.” Ariana sped up, twirling her tongue around my shaft just as the shower was filled with the delicious scent of her arousal. She loved it when I talked dirty and I had noticed she loved it when I moaned so I made sure to be vocal each time we were intimate. “Yes, baby. Like that,” my eyes flashed as I bucked my hips forward. Ariana was grabbing onto my butt while she bobbed her head on my rod.

with that being said, her hand grabbed me. She rolled over, spreading her legs open waiting to receive me. I slowly crawled between her legs, rotating my hips on her wet pussy. She could feel how hard my cock was. I laid my long, wide, and hard cock on her stomach watching her reaction. Ariana was whimpering and moaning softly: "Fuck me hard, Fuck me Now! AAAAAHHHH, OOOOOHHHHhhh" I teased her by pushing the mushroom head against her hot wet pussy lips, sending shivers through her, causing her to squirm. I kissed her deeply, our tongues danced, and she licked my lips and moaned louder with desire, "OOOOOOHHHHHH! OOOOOHHHHHH! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" I kissed her neck, her ear, and licked her breasts.

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

“Soaking. My panties are ruined just from listening to you lecture.” “Good girl.” He kissed me again, deeper, while his other hand slipped under my skirt, fingers tracing the edge of my lace panties. When he pushed the fabric aside and found my slick folds, he groaned low in his throat. “Jesus, Aria. You’re dripping down your thighs.” Two thick fingers parted me, sliding through the wetness before circling my swollen clit with perfect pressure. My knees buckled. He held me up with his body, pinning me to the door as he rubbed slow, firm circles that made sparks shoot up my spine.