Novelas y relatos de Brazilian Erotica

He stepped back, his voice filled with mockery. Azrael moved towards me and slowly slipped the massager inside my hole. I couldn't resist or shake, the strap held my body in place. The moment it turned on, my body seized and a loud guttural moan ripped through my throat. Drool slipped down from my lips as my head dropped. The massager vibrated on my prostate mercilessly, stopping every ten seconds before starting up again after a ten second pause, all while my prostate kept getting edged and denied.

The warm, soft feeling made my whole body tremble. It felt so good. That intense wave of pleasure shot through me like electricity. I gripped the edge of the bed and swallowed hard, afraid to even make a sound. Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed Lauren down beneath me and pressed against her with all my strength. She opened herself to me. We spent the next few hours together. When we finally stopped, it was already 3:00 am. Lauren and I fell into a deep sleep.

“Destroy me… I’m flooding your cock… it won’t stop!” Her final one was violent and shattering. “Choke me harder and ruin my greedy cunt!” she screamed raw. “I’m your filthy cumdump— fuck— I’m cumming so hard! Fill me with your hot cum!” Rafael roared and flooded her spasming depths with thick ropes of hot cum until it overflowed down her thighs. He held her close as the final whistle blew, Brazil victorious. “You’re coming home with me,” he whispered possessively. She smiled, eyes glassy. “Let’s go home.”

I held his shoulders as my legs shivered and I cried out in ecstasy. “Tell me Elena, did you miss me?” he asked with a low seductive voice. “Tell me how you missed me stroking your wet pussy” he said. “I missed you Nate, I missed fucking you” I cried out. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t stop touching me Nate, fuck me please.” I begged, shamelessly. “That’s nice to hear” he said and he pushed me to the wall, he went down on his raising one of my legs and placing it on his shoulder. Then he buried his face into my fucking pussy

My own fingers trembling at this point I pulled the bikini to the side exposing my pink slit, taking his hand I pushed his fingers through the damp patch of fiery hair over it, "See that baby? I'm a real red head." "That's...wow." He whispered as he peered down over my shoulder. I pushed his hand lower and moaned as his fingers slid through my wet lips. Max gasped, but made no attempt to move as I worked his hand back and forth stroking my hot little box with his fingers. I let him go and groaned as he continued to move, stroking me. His cock was resting against my thigh and I was dying to rub it through my pussy, but if I did I wouldn't be able to resist shoving it inside me. I kept my biki

I’m the birthday whore tonight, twenty-five today, and I decided the only way to celebrate properly was to throw the filthiest, most depraved bisexual orgy Rio de Janeiro has ever seen. This penthouse in Rio is about to become a war zone of sweat, cum, and raw need. The second the door clicks shut, the four gods walk in: Filou in a black tank top, his thick black cock already heavy and swinging between his powerful thighs; Maximo shirtless, veins bulging across his chest and arms; Alfie blond and smirking, his carved abs glistening under the low lights; Malik silent and heavily tatted, the massive outline of his dick straining visibly against his pants. Behind them come my two favorite sluts

The purple dildo slipped from my fingers, hitting the floor with a loud thud, where it continued to vibrate violently against the floor, skittering around like a caffeinated fish. I froze, mortified beyond the capacity for speech. Before I could move, Nathaniel bent down to retrieve it. He stayed down there for way too long. From my angle, all I could see was the broad span of his shoulders and the way his trousers strained against his thighs. My mind, traitorous as ever, immediately filled with images of those thighs wrapped around my waist. He stood up, the dildo finally silent in his grip. He had found the button and turned it off. He held it out to me, his fingers brushing mine as I took

The other actors coming in for their own show while some actresses are walking around naked, some are putting on bikinis. The Brazzers doctor walked by and greeted the sex gods and seeing her made Lisa to make a mental note to visit the doctor later for any vaginal tear because she’s still feeling sore in her nether region. Brazzers is a big porn company and their hiring rate is seventy percent. There are tattoo section and clinic inside the building and of course, cafeteria. The sex gods planned everything well before establishing the company and the incentive lures hundreds of people to work there.

I control the urge to release my semen before giving pleasure to the woman in front of me, embarrassed by the thought of losing control like an adolescent. I don't want her to think I'm incapable of restraint. I let her hand continue to massage me as I unbuttoned my shorts, revealing a portion of the green swim trunks, still damp from the dive I took. Hope removes her hand from my body and smiles, indicating her intention. She begins to pull the fabric of her dress, revealing the tiny bikini she's wearing. It's definitely influenced by my sisters, who, as good Brazilians, like to flaunt their bodies on the beach. But seeing her body so exposed stirs an unfamiliar feeling in me, a throbbing i

He was only just recovering and if Hermosa couldn't relax, his penis could easily be clip out. Her flat stomach was taut, her slim, sleek waist tilted back with the black triangle cup underwear hang over it. The streetlights and moonlight from the car window fell in and illuminated the corners of her wet eyes and breasts, the tip of her flushed tongue against the white line of her teeth. Beautiful as a painting, erotic as a dream. At the moment Brent is a pornographer, and it is up to him to create the more lascivious paintings. At some point, even more extreme thoughts came to Brent's mind. Anyway, he had done so by the time he realised it, sliding his hand down Hermosa's sunken waist and