Bdsm Short Novelas e Histórias

Each thrust stretched her anew, g-spot battered, clit grinding his base coarse-haired. Spanks punctuated palms on inner thighs, then tits, reddening pale flesh. She came shattering "Liam! Cumming on your cock!" pussy vise-gripping, milking his roar as he flooded her, cum overflowing to puddle on granite. Living room frenzy: Sofa arm bent her over, ass up, his cock claiming her asshole now—lube her slick pussy juices only, burn exquisite as he inched then hammered deep. "BDSM anal slut take the punishment hole." Fingers in pussy, thumb on clit, spanks cracking louder in open space. She screamed his name"Liam—ruin my ass!" climax ripping, ass fluttering, his load painting insides hot.

Justina asked gulping down saliva forcefully One could tell how terrified she was. "Undone, the place were Amadeus lives..... he is the demon of lust so definitely the screams you hear are that of horrifying pleasures! " Carmella explained looking around as if in search of something.... or someone "What do you mean by horrifying pleasures?? " "Were do you think the use of BDSM was invented huh? "Asher asked sarcastically which made all gulp forcefully "So you mean these demons sex this women with hard tools? "Maria asked and Carmella nodded Carmella's POV

The sexual sounds reached my ears, making the hair on my body stand with shudders crawling all over me. “This is the BDSM world. The entertainment. That room is called the entertainment room. That room can be watched from different rooms in this building.” “They can see us now?” a protest bubbled from my stomach. “No, Cassie. They can’t see us. Private rooms are the exemptions.” My eyes were still glued to the images, unable to turn my head around because all the walls displayed the whole thing. Dammit! I was pooling between my legs. I was beyond aroused. “What is BDSM?” I asked him, never heard of such a word before.

I let out a slight cough as I felt my very own self attacked by my heart beat, it had pumped more blood than it ought to in a second. I feel it thud hard at my chest, threatening to explode as I keep my gaze fixed to Lea. How come I'm already horny so soon even after we just had sex few minutes ago . "What type of fun darling? Let me give you a hint if there'll be fun, there would definitely be alcohol, a party and of course music but the most thrilling of it all girls …. It just spells four words BDSM"

“Sorry. I thought you’d bolt from the start.” “Did you want me to?” He sipped his drink. “Answering that takes some explaining. BDSM—it’s a game, but a serious one. Then you walked into my class with a vibrator on you, while edging you without knowing I was doing so, made me upset.” “I didn't plan to,” I said defensively.

Their presence radiated a calm confidence that made me sit up straighter. “Good evening,” Nadia said, her voice soft but firm. “Tonight, we’ll talk about etiquette. BDSM is more than what you see in movies. It’s built on mutual respect. ‘Safe, sane and consensual’ means we negotiate everything. Before play, we discuss desires, hard limits, soft limits. We set safe words—words or signals that can pause or stop a scene immediately.”

His eyes dropped to my tits, then lower, where my shorts clung wet between my legs. “Jesus. You weren’t kidding.” I grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand down. “Touch me. See for yourself.” He didn’t hesitate. Thick fingers slid under the waistband of my shorts, straight over my bare pussy—no panties, just soaked skin. Two fingers parted my lips, gliding through the mess, brushing my clit once. I gasped, hips jerking forward. “Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re drenched. So fucking wet.” Alex chuckled dark behind me, still teasing my nipples. “Told you. She gets like this when she wants something bad.”

My balls feel as though they could explode again right now. “Oh you are bad! Hnnnnnsnnnnnnnrnrrrrr that feels good.” Natahsia says as my finger gets fucked deep into her ass. She’s moving at an incredible pace...much like that of a belly dancer. “He’s got his finger in my ass Kris!” she explains through tight clenched teeth. “Oh is that what you wanted? A good ass fucking?” Kristine says as she reaches back to grab my hand and pull it in harder.

"And what does that mean?" "Do you know what BDSM means, love?" She looks at me with two dilated blue pupils and denies it with her head, completely surrendered. "It means Bondage, Discipline, Domination, Sadism, Submission and Masochism. I think you already know some of these words." I say, and she shakes her head again. I smile. "Is there anything you don't know? "I tease, curious to know to what extent the drink has entered her system and how much I'm going to find out about it.

He cracked his usual smirk. “Tonight. You’ll be punished my darling, as you’ll be rewarded for your due diligence,” he addressed as he walked around me to tower from behind. “What do you know about BDSM?” The question slipped out at the same time his hand gingerly worked on my zipper. BDSM? I’ve heard about it, and that’s just about the much I know about it. Which is basically nothing. “Torturous sex?” I asked the first label that came to my mind. Because with the view of this room’s setup and his cryptic nature, it’s only fair I arrived at that thought.