Best Gay Fantasy Romance の小説・ストーリー

I didn’t think they were going to continue, but they surprised me. Damian’s right hand started massaging Rai through his shorts. I could see Rai started to become hard. My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe what was happening in front of me. They were acting gay, but I couldn’t laugh. They looked so sexy being gay for each other, way sexier than anything I had ever imagined. “What do you want us to do next, Baby girl?” Damian asked; he was smiling seductively at me, his gaze dangerously sexy. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t even keep my eyes off them.

I watch as their hands begin caressing one another's bodies before reaching down and stroking each other's cocks as their lips move in perfect sync together. Watching them and seeing how much they want and love each other turns me on even more. I can see how much they both crave and enjoy each other's touch with a burning passion that practically glows around them. The lust between them nearly suffocates me as I watch and unable to stop myself, I trail my hand down to rub my sensitive pussy. I bite my lip to keep quiet as I play with my clit before moving down and dipping two fingers inside myself. I watch as Levi moves his lips, trailing them down Salem's neck and torso before he getting on

“You don’t want Maya to hear her precious best friend getting finger-fucked by her big sister, do you?” I shook my head frantically, moaning into her palm as she started pumping her fingers in and out of my tight pussy. She curled them perfectly, hitting that sensitive spot inside me with every stroke. The wet, obscene sounds of her fingers plunging into my soaked cunt were barely covered by the music from the party. “Look at you,” Lena growled, fucking me harder. “Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.”

Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

not so fast. Finally, at the exact moment she thought she would shatter to pieces, his hands braced her hips and with one thrust, he slipped inside. Sleek, golden, liquid, he felt impossibly devastatingly good. She met each stroke, wanting more of him, taking all he had to give. Swifter, farther, higher, deeper. And together, they found their bliss. They touched the sky. ****************************** That marked the beginning of their heated love affair. They were inseparable.

“Is it because every man you’ve been with had a small dick?” The bluntness of it should have shocked me. Instead, it sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly. I didn’t know how to answer. How could I explain that the only man I’d ever been with was Ethan, and he had never once made me feel like this? Never made my body clench and flutter around him the way it was doing now around Damien’s thick fingers. Ethan’s touches had always been rushed, selfish, leaving me frustrated and empty. This stranger—this dream version of raw masculinity—was already ruining me with nothing but his hands and that intense stare. “Maybe…” I breathed, my voice shaky. “Maybe because Ethan never satisfied me