Body Swap Erotica の小説・ストーリー

and “the little best-friend cumdump we’re going to ruin for any other man.” They rotated like that for hours — every hole used, every combination. They made me ride two cocks at once (Jake and Tyler in my pussy together, stretching me obscene) while Mark fucked my throat. Cum-swapping became their favorite game: one would pull out of my ass and shove straight into my mouth so I could taste the filthy mix, then back in again. I lost count of how many loads they pumped into me. My pussy and ass were overflowing, white cum leaking out in messy globs every time they thrust.

His mood swings were so obvious right now as if he was pregnant, absurd thoughts. “I will try, but can't be sure,” Eryx smirked once again. Added another two fingers, Braylon arched his back. Pumping in and out, Eryx was fucking Braylon with his finger. Soon, his orgasm hit him, and again, he came to his stomach. Taking out his fingers, Eryx adjusted the hardness of his hole before he jerked his little buddy two times. He rubbed his tip on his hole and left him breathless.

Samantha watched, mesmerized, as Jake's muscles flexed with each pump, his balls slapping against Elena's skin. Samantha ground down, her hands bracing on the headboard, feeling Elena's nose press into her mound. Jake reached forward, pinching Samantha's nipples, pulling her into a kiss over Elena's body. His lips were demanding, tasting of salt from his sweat. Samantha's second orgasm built quickly, the friction of Elena's tongue and the sight of Jake fucking her pushing her over. She cried out, grinding harder, her juices dripping down Elena's chin. They switched, now Samantha on her back, legs spread wide. Elena climbed over her in a 69 position, her pussy hovering above Samantha's face w

(Alicia) When I say nothing more Darren clears his throat, looking uncomfortable. “What is it? I know that look, just spill!” I say, not wanting to deal with his dramatics today. “Alicia, there’s something you need to know about this bride swap. Something disturbing,” he starts and I cock an eyebrow at him as a prompt to continue. He shifts uncomfortably on his chair and starts playing with the cocktail umbrella. “Throughout history, it’s never really ended well for any of the couples. Especially not when there was a werewolf-elf matchup.”

Then, she shamelessly changed into it right there on the spot and stood in front of the mirror admiring herself. "If we're going to do something exciting, we might as well go all the way," she murmured to her reflection. The second Damian stepped through the door, Talia lifted the hem of the nightgown and draped herself across my bed in a deliberately seductive pose. Her voice turned soft and syrupy. "Damian, come here." They were in each other's arms as soon as those words fell from her lips, rolling around on my bed as they belonged there. My jaw clenched so hard it hurt.

My sleeve accidentally slipped down, revealing a strip of dark red fabric. Aunt Marguerite's sharp eyes caught it. She grabbed my wrist. "Why has this fabric changed color?" Someone pointed at my sleeve and shouted. "His Majesty once gifted special fabric that changes color when exposed to sleeping drugs." I had soaked that sleeve in the drug solution. Anyone with medical knowledge could tell with a single sniff. After hearing this, Aunt Marguerite fixed her piercing gaze on my stepmother. "Someone go fetch Physician Hartwell from the Royal Medical College to examine it."

"What's wrong, Cindy? Are you feeling sick?" When she looked up in his arms, Julia was wearing her own face once again. Norman recoiled in shock, shoving Julia away. "Julia? Cindy? What's happening?" Julia was just as confused. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Norman opened the letter that came with the divorce certificate with trembling hands. [Norman, I don't know why, but Julia and I swapped bodies. Maybe you should ask her. But I know everything you did to her and to me these past few days. You disgust me.

He hurriedly explained, "I only married her out of pity. The one I've always loved is you." "Your so-called love disgusts me," came my response. Jason stepped forward to grab my hand, but Frank stopped him in time. "I heard that he actually drugged Ms. Sanderson on their wedding day to marry her adoptive younger sister. What a scumbag!"

She was my only family. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself. "Promise me you won't scream when I tell you what's going on," I said, my voice barely a whisper. Liv's eyes widened, a mixture of confusion and concern flickering across her face. "What's going on?" I closed my eyes, waiting for a moment before finally speaking, releasing the words if wanted to say to someone since this whole swap started days ago, "I swapped places with Ashton," I confessed. The silence that followed my confession was so thick, a knife wouldn't be able to cut through it. Liv's face slowly turned pale, her eyes wide with shock. She blinked rapidly as if trying to process the information.

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.