Bhatiji Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“Bent over and fucked like a common whore in the back room of my own club. Your tight little American cunt is still dripping my cum. Does the FBI teach their agents to come so hard around a bratva cock?” I opened my mouth to deny it, to salvage some shred of my cover, but the words died in my throat when he slid two thick fingers back between my legs and pushed them deep into my cum-filled pussy. He curled them slowly, stirring his seed inside me and making wet, squelching sounds that filled the quiet room. My hips jerked involuntarily, a broken moan escaping my lips as fresh sparks of pleasure shot through my oversensitive walls.

she told me as she shoved the white transparent panties under Fiona's pillow. “Have I ever told you that I fantasized about fucking you when we dated?” I growled while I pulled Betty down onto the bed. “Did I tell you that I jerked off after every date because you got me so aroused?” I felt Betty’s body shudder as I bent forward to suck on her cone shaped 36C left breast into my mouth. “Ooooh, Yesssss Jacob,” Betty purred softly. Her back arched up from the bed when I shoved two fingers deep into her gash.

, I pouted, putting two fingers in my mouth, withdrew them with saliva, rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "This i's not right, I'm married to your mum. And you're just like my daughter". I put my finger on my lip to silent him. "Do you want to see my tits?". Gosh, I sounded like a slut, and I loved it. I had Frank under my control and I was going to make him worship my body. Without hesitating, I took the nightie off, exposing my touted tits as I started playing with them. "We could do it just this once. I won't tell Mom anything".

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“Eat me. God, your husband has no idea what a filthy slut his wife really is.” Norma moaned into her cunt, the shame only making her wetter. They fucked like that for hours, trying every position, using every toy Norma had brought — the wand buzzing against swollen clits, the strap-on filling them both, scissoring until their thighs were drenched and their voices hoarse. Every orgasm left them needing more, greedy for another, like the sex itself was a secret drug. When morning came, Norma’s phone buzzed with a text from her husband: Hope work isn’t too crazy. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

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Harley says before speaking to someone in a whisper behind him. “Sounds like a plan. Get them in and out and then report back to us,” I say, sending mental pictures of what I want to do to Bhakti and Sandra. My particular favorite is of Bhatki laid on the bed, scooted all the way to the edge so that I can eat her out easily while pumping into Sandra’s tight, wet pussy from the floor. Sandra squirms in her seat while Bhakti sends a mental image in return of me laying flat on the bed with Bhakti riding my cock and Sandra riding my face.

I clenched my jaw at the images flashing in my mind and controlled myself. I licked my lips and answered, “I am a dominant, Bella. I like to control my partner while having sex and ordering them around like when and if they can come. Or not at all.” If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

Abhimaan put one leg on the other and kept his head on the chair leaning back and said in low dangerous tone while curling his hand in tight fist under the table "The one you are asking me to return is not your sister Janhavi Mathur, my wife Janhavi Abhimaan Rana Pratap Singh so throw the thought of taking my wife away from me out of your mind because it can never happen. She is my wife and she will be with me till my last breath” Hearing him Atul lost his control on his anger and got from the chair pushing it back. He banged his both hands on the table “Take advantage of the compulsion of her father to take a sign from that girl on a paper without her knowledge, you do not become her husban

Rachna's face lit up as she continued her story: "After that, she removed her bikini and let me kiss her nipples. I enjoyed devouring her breasts while she caressed my hair and whispered sweet words in my ear. It was a beautiful experience that brought us even closer together." Diana listened intently, her curiosity piqued by Rachna's passionate storytelling. "That sounds incredibly intense and intimate," she remarked, her voice filled with awe. "I can only imagine Rubi going to her boyfriend and demanding intense lovemaking from him." Rachna nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "Absolutely," she agreed. "When we met the next day, I told her how aggressively I made love to my husband. Surpri