Ariasaki Sexy Novels & Stories

Azaria rapidly wrapped some of her picnic blanket around her, in a rather belated manoeuvre. She didn’t know this lecture guy’s name, but that was the least awkward thing about her current situation. Part of her was horrified at him seeing her like this, but there was one tiny element of her… the wild, oversexed side that realized the perfect serendipity of the situation. She had wanted some external vibrations after all… ‘Was he fuckable?’Azaria thought maybe. He had a lithe rough-and-readiness to his body and he did have perfect hair. He was fairly dexterous too, if she recalled his pen-playing right.

The man was turned away, but there was something about the set of his shoulders, the way he carried himself, that caught Shirosaki's attention. As if sensing his gaze, the man turned. Shirosaki's breath caught in his throat. The stranger was devastatingly handsome, with chiseled features and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through him. He was also, Shirosaki realized with a jolt, much taller and more imposing than Momose. "Earth to Yuusei," Akira said, snapping his fingers in front of Shirosaki's face. "You okay, man?" "Yeah," Shirosaki said, shaking his head. "Just tired. It's been a long week."

And Safira's face was flushed scarlet, but she fought to hold on, remembering the message from her two companions' naughty lips. "I haven't been a virgin since I was fifteen. At the time, I had a new neighbor next door who was Asian, Japanese to be exact, and their eyes were keen and enticing." Ashley stated that she was the one who began this chat, causing Safira's fingers to get intrigued and desire to experiment with her spouse. "Then?" Sunny inquired impatiently. "Are you flirting with the Japanese guy, and how pleasant is the game?" Sunny got right to the point. Ashley took a sip of her drink before proceeding with what was about to sound filthy.

“Huh? What? Finale?” Lisa, the stylist, reappeared. “Quick!” she muttered, her face red from running and ordering people around. “We’re on in twelve minutes and you need your mask. And where the hell is that precious necklace?” she shouted to someone behind her. “I’m Akira, by the way,” the Japanese woman said. “And you are Sakura, yes?” Sakura nodded, and before she could say anything further, Lisa twisted her around and made her sit in the makeup chair again. “Mask! Mask! Now!” she shouted.

When he bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass, they both groaned. “So tight,” he growled. “So perfect for me.” He began to move in slow, deep strokes that made her feel every ridge and vein. The counter creaked softly beneath them. Yuji reached around to rub her clit while fucking her, whispering filthy endearments in Japanese: “Kimochi ii… your pussy is sucking me in. Such a naughty little waitress, letting me fuck you where you serve tea.” Aiko’s moans grew louder and more broken. “Yuji… harder… please… ahh! Iku… I’m going to cum again!”

The attention from everyone made her feel loved. Takumo moved to Mikashi next. He placed her on top of Takiari. The two women faced each other. Their breasts pressed together. Takumo took Mikashi from behind while she kissed Takiari. Aridoari licked where their bodies joined. The room filled with wet sounds and sweet moans. “Aridoari, sit on Takiari’s face,” Takumo commanded. Aridoari obeyed. She lowered herself carefully. Takiari licked her with hunger. Aridoari moaned and rocked her hips. Takumo continued thrusting into Mikashi. The four bodies moved as one.

The scent was faint and could easily be overlooked but he recognized it. Arousal incence. A surge of unease mixed with anger coursed through him— his opponent was more prepared than he thought .Arousal incence was an aphrodisiac but it was very stronger than the normal type of aphrodisiac and coupled with the irresistible woman on the bed, he was losing his restraint. He reached out his hand brushing her cheek. Her skin was burning with need. She didn't pull away, in fact, she leaned into his touch and inhaled his smell like a pet who was lost but had ound her owner.

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.

Haruki raised my legs, still fucking me sideways. His other hand was still rubbing my nipple in fast circular motions. “Ha..ru..ki,” I moaned. His dick felt so good I might have just gotten addicted. He planted kisses on my neck and shoulders and pinched my nipples hard. His other hand kept teasing my clit. “Take it, Aiko,” he said. “I can’t…,” I cried. Haruki moved from my breast to my neck. Holding me tightly, and still inside me, he switched positions until I was lying on top of him.

I responded in a trembling voice as I turned around to face the door. Macan suddenly grabbed my waist from behind, pulling me near him. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered to my ears, "A-Ahri, your scent is driving me crazy." I felt the steam of his breath, causing my heart to skip a beat. "S-Should we continue our conversation elsewhere?" I muttered, trying my best to compose myself.