Billie Eilish Sexy Novels & Stories

Lucas dared to come closer, pressed Luna Lee's body to the door of the community room and one of his arms pressed against the wall beside Luna Lee's head. Lucas remembered his erotic dream a while ago. Luna Lee's beauty so seduced his mind that Lucas grabbed those tiny red lips impatiently.

face? Ellie couldn't believe that that slut was letting him give her a facial. It was at the top of her list of the degrading aspects of oral sex, but she could not deny she was finding it incredibly hot. She was panting to feel Oliver's cum on her skin, to be on her knees like a depraved bitch and to take his sperm all over her face, to lick his sizzling semen off her lips, to blink his jizz into her eyeballs... "Come on, Oliver," Ellie gasped forcefully. She slotted an extra finger into her, quivering her scarlet, swollen clit with her thumb. "Come on, baby. Come on my face already... yes! O-oh god..."

Bill broke the silence with "So you've watched four of Anns films, and I presume you'll be watching the rest tonight after you leave here?" "No, talk about it later." Ann said in a desperate voice. "I'm sorry, but I need to be fucked right now!" I knew Ellie usually needed cock straight after manual stimulation of her clit, so totally understood where Ann was coming from. She continued. "Ellie and John, it would turn me on so much if you would fuck each other here while Bill and I fuck. Would you be ok with that?" The woman was so sexually worked up, it would have been amazing to have caught her horny desperation on camera.

“You’re even hotter than Blue described. I didn’t know that was possible.” Sadie smirked. “You too, sunshine.” I turned the camera back on myself. “Okay. Full girl gang assembled. I guess I should explain why I sang Billie Eilish like I was casting a curse.” Ellie’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, you did not.” “I did,” I groaned, rubbing my temples. “I changed my solo at the last second and just… unloaded.” Sadie added, “She broke a hundred hearts in the crowd, and one of them was definitely Teddy’s.”

X Elsie: The heroin is doing its job then ;) x Billy: Fucking right. Seven days. Might as well be seven years right now. X Elsie: Think of how good it'll be when you come back. X Billy: Not helping, now I'm hard and missing you. X Elsie: Try not to think about me all alone in my bed, hot, naked, wet… Billy: Fuck… I'm going to turn the car around. Elsie: See you next week Billy, I can't wait. Xx

One look at the divine Ellis and my suspicions about myself grew . Was I a lesbian or what? Ellis was everything I’m not. Tall, lean and vaguely angular, she had the lightfooted grace of a racehorse. All fine bones, fire and arrogance, she'd stride through the office like the Goddess Diana and confound everybody — particularly me! - with her sexy yet touch-me-not air. Sexuality ... One of those famous ‘grey’ areas for me, I'd say.

Silas smoked a thin cigar. Eloise’s body hummed with a deep, residual ache. The shame was there, but it was distant, overshadowed by a profound, unsettling sense of… peace. Of purpose fulfilled. The secret wasn't just the sex; it was the absolute surrender, the freedom from choice, from pretense. “You’ll return next week,” Silas stated, not asking. “Same time. Giselle will help you… prepare.” Giselle nodded, running a hand through Eloise’s damp hair. “We’ll find your tastes, your limits. There’s so much more to explore.”

And I couldn't wait. I played Billie Eilish very loudly in my car as I drove there, in an effort to keep myself calm and focused. I wasn't about to throw myself at him. I had to be exactly as I always was, funny and ready to enjoy his innocent company. There was nothing innocent about the way he stared into my eyes, though. Or the way he stared into my eyes and tucked my hair behind my ears, or brushed my jaw with his fingers. I felt tingles of electricity down my spine and I wanted more. God, I wanted more.

The studio filled with the wet sounds of sex and the slick smear of paint. “Look at you,” he worshipped, voice filthy. “Covered in my colors. My masterpiece. My muse.” He leaned down, kissing and licking paint from her neck while pounding harder. Lila’s hands gripped his back, smearing more paint across his skin. “Elias… ahh… fuckkkk! Harder!” He gave it to her. The sex turned raw and passionate. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and drove deep. Paint smeared everywhere, on her thighs, his chest, the floor.

damn, I wished I stole a kiss when she was mad. How can someone be sexy and angry at the same time, I slowly slid my hands to the pants, the hot bulge rising by the second, her smile, her luscious lips, I quickly undid my pants, stroking my hardness, her face clouded my thoughts. “Stella...” My voice was hoarse, each stroke was wave of pleasure, my veins popping out from my hand and neck as I held the side of the table trying to catch my breath. “Fuck...”