Belly Fetish Novels & Stories

As I moved towards the master bedroom, I could hear the sounds of pleasure and ecstasy slipping through the gap of the door. Looking thrоugh the little gap by the dооr, I saw my fiancée on all fours with her ass in the air, getting fucked dоggiе style bу Ellen, who had on a strap-on dildo. Selena's hands were tied and hooked up to the poles by the head of the bed. Mу fiancee has a small fetish about being tired and rendered immobile or rеѕtrаinеd. Once ѕhе iѕ, she's willing to go along with anything you want. She really gets turned on by it.

Belle responded after each smack. "Pleaaaase, pleasseeee, sirrrrr, please let me cum, may I cum, plleeeassseee?" Belle whispered finally, begging for any release. I kneeled under her to look at her more closely. Belle was so wet that the thong was soaked fully through. Her upper thighs glistened, and a small rivulet of her spunk trailed down her left thigh. I reached beneath the thong and, keeping my fingers flat, rubbed her slit from front to back all the way from her pelvic bone and clit on the front, to her anus in the back. Belle's head lolled backwards, her face staring straight at the ceiling and her lustrous locks falling nearly to the top of her ass.

A fat woman with two men. All of them were about fat people. I got goosebumps. "What does all of this mean?" "I have a fetish. I'm aroused by fat people." I fell silent. His words flowed into my brain, but it took a few seconds to truly sink in. "Fetish?" I whispered. "Since I was a teenager, I've always been attracted to curvy women. I'm genuinely aroused by their bodies. The fat, the folds, the soft skin, all of it turns me on."

He slowly unfastened his belt and wrapped it around my hands. My body was left completely exposed. Behind, Leo was grinding himself against me. The impact left me moving forward involuntarily, almost as if I were being delivered into Max's den. I was mortified. My face flushed. "Max, I've never done this with anyone ever. Please… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have played with myself…" "Don't be sorry," Max said, taking out his tightly restrained shaft and exposing it in front of me. "What do you think, Sophie? Do you like what you're seeing?"

CHAPTER 7 GABRIEL Arianna was PISSED OFF cos that's the only time she would drop the "F" bombs. I turned my attention back to them and then noticed a guy I hadn’t seen earlier standing by my Bella and with his one arm around her waist while she just stood there like a statue and looked very uncomfortable. Who is this guy? I let out a low growl and made my way across the room towards them. "Long time no see Ari. Did you miss me?" I heard him say. "F**K YOU CAMERON AND GET YOUR FILTHY HAND OFF BELLA!!!" Arianna roared at him. "Ease up with the F**k word baby girl, you know you thoroughly enjoyed it when we f**ked, and you didn't seem to mind when this filthy hand gave you immense pleasure and

Then slowly, grumbling under his breath, pulled his shirt over his head and began wrapping the silk across his chest like some begrudging sacrifice. Faye bit her lip to stop from laughing. "Now lie down. On your back." "Yeying..." "You said anything." He groaned again but obeyed, lying down across the bed. His abs flexed. His chest, ribbon-bound, heaved with tension. He looked like a pissed-off Greek god offering himself to war. Faye crawled on top of him, straddling his waist. "Don't you dare touch my ass," he warned. "Not planning to," she purred.

“Tuck in. I want you to be prepared for later.” Vivid images of the Fifty Shades of Grey movie flash in my mind. What is he up to? Is he into BDSM, or does he want to go for old-fashioned candle wax? My lower abdomen is still sore from how he stretched me earlier. I need to be mentally prepared if he has such a fetish. While I am as puzzled as ever, he just smiles warmly and eats as if nothing has happened. “Was it fun earlier?” he asks. I feel my cheeks flushing with heat again as I think of how he had me moaning in the wild.

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

one of them. At noon, for a few days before the current events. Because the house of pleasure had girls who dealt with several types of fetishes, one of the executives was a group of cattle and meatpacking businesspeople who were paying for the work of Goki's girls. Among them one of the cowboys who had a specific fetish of having women on top of him in a batch of twelve at a time, jumping and riding with a cowgirl, on top of his penis, after, of course, jumping like a bull towards her. special pleasure room, where he simply embodied a bull.

The pressure was overwhelming, and left me breathless. I cried out as I sunk two fingers into myself and arched my back to get the best position for working my body over the edge as fast as I could. The idea of taking him deep inside was unbelievably appetizing, almost like a fetish. I enjoyed bigger men, but had never in my life seen anything like what Ethan was sporting. Monster was an understatement.