Big Clit Women Novels & Stories

Celine sitting on my dick while Tori rubs her clit? Fuck.

The last time I’d been heading for an orgasm this intense had been in Elite Encounters, and I was keen to replay the feat. His tongue was my undoing. Soft, velvety, and extremely talented, it plundered my depths over and over, but always returned to suck and nibble at my clit. At first, I tried to keep my moans and groans to myself, but it shortly became clear that wasn’t going to be an option for me. As soon as my body went boneless, my mind lost all the necessary superglue that usually held it together. I’ve heard people say that men think with their pants, but I’m here to confirm women are just as bad.

It’s 5:00 AM and the room is still cloaked in that heavy, pre-dawn blue, but Jessica’s body is already wide awake and screaming for attention. She shifts under the silk sheets, and the friction of the fabric against her clit sends a lightning bolt of sensation through her. Her clit felt like a live wire, swollen and sore in that delicious, achy way that reminded her exactly how many times she’d come the night before. Most women have a little pearl down there but Jessica has a monster. Her clit is a thick, protruding nub that could rival a day-old baby boy’s penis in size.

"There's a man here with a big cock. You were sucking him off a minute ago. Do you want to ride him? Do you want to ride his big cock? It's awfully big and your cunt is so small and tight, will you manage?" Clara was breathing fast. She nodded. "Yes... I like... big cocks." June grasped Clara's chin again and lifted her head. "Look at it, Clara, is it big enough for your juicy little asian cunt? Lie down Roy, I think Clara wants to fuck you."

she challenges, which earns her a few oohs and applause from the women. “Blame God,” Antonio replies. “All we guys have to do is stick it in a warm, wet hole and we’re good to go. Face it, without a clit, it’d be impossible to even make you come.” “Speak for yourself,” Ethan says, making all eyes go to him. He and Jordan bump fists, and he smirks at Sabrina. “I’m just saying,” Antonio continues. “And all you girls in here take notes. Don’t blame us if you can’t get off.”

I stroke him, his piercings rubbing my palm, while a seventh woman—slender, with firm tits—licks my clit around the broad man's thrusting cock. The room is a symphony of bouncing tits, thrusting cocks, grinding pussies. My breasts heave under the petite woman's hands, bouncing with every slam into my pussy, nipples pulled taut. The broad man thrusts faster, his cock hitting my depths, making my tits bounce even wilder. I cum again, squirting around his cock, my tits heaving, nipples tingling as the slender woman bites my clit.

At Club 21, they can release their attributes without any worries. "Hey Maharani!" Jenifer shouted welcoming me. There is also Elysia, Shinta and some women I just met. "Introducing this, Widya, Angle and Shopia. Now there are six of us!" Shinta explained. Club 21 consists of 6 women and the rest are all men. Widya, heir to a sugar factory, Angle, owner of a national TV station, and Shopia, owner of a well-known trade in this country. Their appearance is very elegant. According to Jennifer, we will only meet their sweet faces at this club, outside of that don't expect to get the same treatment.

“She’s dripping. Just sitting here, blindfolded and ready to be used. Look at the way it sticks to her fat cúnt.” Clara’s cheeks burned. She tried to stay still her hands locked behind her back but the friction made her hips twitch. “Open wider” the second man ordered. Clara spread her knees, the dress ridng up until her thick thighs and pantíes were on full display. She could feel their eyes drinking her in her wide hips, her full títs pushed out by her posture the way her pušsy throbbed under their touch. “Goddamn,” the first man growled. “Look at this body. Round thighs, wide hips, títs that could smother me… and this pússy? This is the kind of cúnt men want.”

Their clits rubbed directly against each other, sending sparks of pleasure through both of them with every grind. “Oh god…” Claire gasped, her hands gripping Lena’s hip for leverage. “That feels… incredible.” Lena smiled, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “It does, doesn’t it? Two women fucking like this… nothing between us. Just wet pussy against wet pussy.” She increased the pace slightly, grinding harder, their juices mixing and making every slide smoother and more obscene. The wet sounds of their pussies rubbing together filled the quiet room — slick, rhythmic, filthy.

Blake assured her as he was still pounding into Tabby. “Good, as long as you know,” Claire said softly. “Girls, come here, and we will care for each other as Blake takes care of Tabby.” As obedient small animals, they crawled toward Claire, and she assigned which woman would love the other. Claire had the power to control their lust and desires. Helen and Carol got into a sixty-nine, along with Claire and Betty. They continued loving each other until there was a loud cry from Betty, making Carol and Helen look up at Claire placing her small hand over Betty’s tender clit and stroking it gently.