روايات وقصص ضمن Booktok Sex Scenes

It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and josh I picked it up and started to read it, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I bit my lips and my eyes narrowed as I could feel my wetness,drip down my legs. I needed the release, with or without the cute guy, I sat on the singular chair there, spreading my legs and rubbing my swollen clit,I made sure I kept my moans muffled. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat,my eyes widened at the cute guy staring at me. “Don’t stop” his voice husky as I could see the dick bulging against his zipper.

I read, voice shaking. “Indeed you are,” he said, sliding two long fingers through my slick folds. I was embarrassingly soaked. He circled my clit slowly, then pushed one finger inside me, curling it against that sensitive spot while his thumb continued teasing my swollen nub. I cried out, the book trembling in my bound hands, but I kept reading. “‘He stroked her until she begged, her body surrendering completely…’” Elias added a second finger, pumping them deep and steady while his mouth found my neck, sucking a mark just below my ear. Pleasure coiled tight and fast in my belly. The floating orbs brightened as the book’s magic responded to our actions.

“We have a long year ahead of us, Maya. Why don’t we try to build on friendship? It will be better for appearances and for us.” “What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms.

This was normal life now. Later that afternoon, I lay on a wide silk cushion under a flowering tree, reading one of the community’s ancient erotic scrolls. The illustrations were filthy and beautiful — women tangled in endless pleasure. My fingers idly stroked my own clit as I read, lost in the words. A woman with golden hair and a thick strap-on appeared beside me. She didn’t speak. She simply spread my legs, positioned the fat head of her cock at my entrance, and pushed inside me in one smooth thrust.

I bent her over the sturdy wooden bench, kicking her legs apart and ignoring her breathy gasp. “Look at this creamy little pussy,” I growled, spreading her ass cheeks wide with both hands. She was soaked already, her juices already coating her inner thighs. “Dripping like a desperate whore for your stepbrother’s cock." I rubbed my cockhead up and down her slippery slit, teasing her swollen clit before slamming balls-deep inside her. “Fuuuuck!” Katricia cried out, gripping the bench tightly. “Shit… so fucking tight,” I groaned, burying myself to the hilt. Her walls clenched around me like they never wanted to let go.

WARNING 18+ There are some sexual scenes if you find this uncomfortable. I would suggest you avoid this chapter. "Don't shut your eyes, look at me, Abigail…" Byron gazed at the gorgeous young woman who was just lying beneath him, shutting her eyes, without any single clothes on her body.

He begged, voice cracking. “Worship my tits,” I ordered, climbing onto the edge of the desk and feeding him one heavy breast. He latched on desperately, sucking hard, tongue swirling, while Darius held both his wrists pinned at the small of his back so he couldn’t touch his own dripping cock. Darius shoved his trousers down. That thick, veined monster sprang free and my mouth watered on sight. I slid off the desk, dropped to my knees in front of my Alpha, and opened wide.

“Quieter, Elise. These walls are old, but they are not soundproof. I will not have you disturbing the manuscripts with unnecessary volume.” The words should have been ridiculous. Instead they sent another sharp pulse of heat through me. I nodded as best I could, cheek pressed to the table, and tried to obey. He rewarded me by keeping that perfect, devastating angle and resuming the slow, deep thrusts that left me no choice but to feel every thick inch.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content, sexual scenes, and torture. Please read at your own risk. Author's POV A few weeks ago, "Ahh, so good... faster… yes, harder,” Jessica screamed and moaned as Scott continued to thrust his cock into her cunt. Jessica was on all fours, and Scott was behind her, his hold on her hair becoming tighter as he increased his pace and pounded into her.

"Are you going to tell me what you read in your illegal sex book?" I turn my head to the left, confident I heard his voice come from the shadows over there. "It was an oral pleasure scene, I think." "You think?" I whip my head to the right. How is he doing that? "He had his face between her legs, his mouth on her." I sweep my fingers along my clavicle, looking for a collar to pull to relieve some of the heat engulfing me. "I assume she liked it." "You assume?" Another wicked chuckle. "I know she liked it."