Novel & Cerita Belly Fetish

“Now, get on top of me and ride me.” “Yes, your highness. Let me f*ck you this time.” “Hurry up.” He smack her ass making her let out a scream. “F*ck me. Now!” “Your highness, how hard?” “Ride me like you’re riding a horse. But remember that my d*ck is bigger than theirs.” Bella nodded. She got on top of him and positioned herself above him. She slowly glided him in. “Ahh. You’re still as big as ever.” Bella was taking great pleasure as she bounced on him.

Layla gets up and looks at my cock like she has never seen one before. "-May I touch it? Layla asks curiously. -Of course, you can. Do you know what this is? -Umm… No… I have never seen one." Layla replies, touching my cock and making it get as hard as possible. While Layla was touching my dick, I explain to her that I am a futanari, gifted with both a pussy and a dick. She is mesmerized by my dick and keeps playing with it until I ask her nicely to stop.

Axel walks to the box and hands it to the man. “Foot fetish,” the man reads. “I did not expect that at all,” he says, chuckling. “Alright, are you up next, miss?” Foot fetish? I’m surprised, too. Not that I hate feet or anything, but Axel’s just never said anything about it. I walk up to the board and have a look at the options. There’s about 20. I run through the list, immediately dismissing at least 80% of the options. Domination … nope.

“You haven’t had sex for how long now? A month? Don’t let your baby-momma stop you from getting it.” “If I’m getting any, it’s not going to be a hook-up from the supermarket.” I click my tongue, “Oh, I forgot you have your own standard. Gotta be vetted by the agency first, and should have the word ‘teen’ for her age. Sorry I forgot, my bad.” “My standard is different now. I have fetish for whales and penguins.” I gasp hearing his faint mockery of my current figure and style of walking. As if that’s not enough, he adds, “But I’m too busy taking care of my kitten, sex is the last thing on my mind.”

I nod, he so often knows what I need without me even speaking. "You see, I watch very closely Kitty, which is how I learnt that this". His hand moves, the flogger along my body, moaning I look at it. "That you react differently with PVC and Rubber than anything else. I have been watching closely and learning, that this little thing here, is your fetish". He moves the flogger between his hands. "Really Master?". He nods, “I don't think I have a fetish for it.”

The mix of our arousal impregnates the air around us. Impregnate. He has a breeding kink; he’s fetish is to cum inside me and watch his seed run down my legs. He hasn’t use a condom with me, is not like we are going to catch a disease or get pregnant, so bareback it is. It felt oddly good, yet something within me tells me this is all wrong.

His thumb brushed the edge of my lower lip. “Have you ever taken a black guy’s dick before?” The question cut straight through the haze. My pussy clenched around nothing, already wet again. “No.” A small, satisfied sound left him. He let go of my chin, reached down, and pushed the waistband of his sweatpants lower. The heavy weight of his cock sprang free...thick, dark, already half-hard and still growing as I watched. “Well,” he muttered, voice rough now, “I’m about to introduce a new fetish into your life.”

Although the impact unexpectedly restored my mental capabilities, I chose to maintain the facade of my previous condition. Fenelle played a crucial role in my supposed rehabilitation, guiding me through fitness exercises and neurological-stimulating massages. These sessions provided a level of physical closeness with her that I was unwilling to forfeit. During our scheduled workout today, Fenelle donned a form-fitting pink yoga ensemble that accentuated her curves. As she followed a workout on television, she performed several demanding poses, encouraging me to mimic her movements. One particular cat-like stretch, in which she pressed her chest to the floor and elevated her hips, was incredi

The screen showed a woman in a sterile hospital room, sweat-slicked and straining, her legs splayed wide on the stirrups as the baby's head crowned. I remember freezing, my dick twitching in my jeans for no goddamn reason. It wasn't the baby; it was her... the raw, animal power ripping through her body, the way her pussy stretched impossibly around that emerging life, lips swollen and slick with fluids. I jerked off that night for the first time to the memory, cum spilling over my fist as I imagined being there, close enough to touch. Years later, the fetish had burrowed deep, like a parasite feeding on my soul. By day, I coded algorithms for a faceless corp, smiling at meetings, flirting ha