Brazilian Erotica Novels & Stories

He noticed. "Did you like that?" He asked in a low voice. "Does the thought of being spanked get you off? Or do you just want me to talk dirty to you?" I remained silent, and then he pulled back, and thrust into me fully. I yelped. "Answer me, Briar." He pulled out, and plunged in again, his thrusts getting steadily harder. "I... I don't know!" I cried out. I'd never had a sexual partner before.

Get the hell out. I kicked my pants to the side. Someone rushed towards the bed. Axel. He shouldn’t be here. Not with his condition. He helped Ryder up and aided him to get the last beta out of the room. The minute they disappeared, I ate up the space between me and Lucian. He reached out and placed a hand on my thigh. A tremor slid down my spine. The hand climbed up my body. I bit into my lip harder. Slick drained down my legs. Fuck! One touch and I was this wet. This ready. Lucian leaned against my crotch. One deep inhale and his eyelids drifted closed. “Tyrith.”

She said, and both of them sat on the barstool. Mishka continuously looked at Christian, who was holding the waist of the brunette intimately, without throwing a single glance in her direction. They danced in perfect sync while the brunette grounded her ass seductively on his crotch. Mishka boiled in anger, and while she was busy scrutinising her husband, Angela offered her a drink, which she gulped in one shot and ended up coughing badly. “What is this?” Mishka asked, looking at Angela. “Brazil’s famous drink Caipirinha.” Angela answered proudly, “Don’t you like it?”

The wet, intimate sounds of penetration — slick flesh meeting flesh, soft gasps turning into moans — filled the open-air sanctuary. Sophia guided a beautiful young Brazilian cousin named Camila onto the altar beside them, kissing her passionately while one of the new international men entered her. Milk from Sophia’s breasts dripped onto Camila’s skin as they moved together. Aurora did the same with a Middle Eastern prince’s daughter, their bodies entwining while family and guests watched with dark hunger. The older men, Reginald and Victor, moved through the growing orgy like experienced predators, their thick cocks claiming mouths and holes with authority. The air grew heavier, saturated wi

I whimpered between sobs, my voice breaking. He reached around and slapped my clit hard, then went back to gripping my hip, using me like a Fleshlight. The pain and pleasure mixed until I couldn’t tell them apart. My sore pussy clenched tighter around his invading cock, milking him desperately as another orgasm threatened to rip through me. He fucked me even harder, hips snapping forward with wet, obscene sounds. Schlick-schlick-schlick. My juices were dripping down my thighs. I was a complete mess… crying, drooling, ass red from his slaps, pussy ruined.

Every nerve was lit. “Touch yourself,” Sasha gasped, her eyes opening to stare down at Abegail. “While he fucks you, rub that little clit. Make yourself come for us.” Abegail’s hand, trembling, moved between her own legs. She found her swollen clit, slick and throbbing. Her fingers circled it, the pressure exquisite against the deep pounding of Leo’s cock. The sensations merged—the internal stretch, the external friction. Her moans became constant, a low, desperate hum.

He kissed every inch of her ass, moaning softly and now she was dripping with cunt juices, stirred up by his hot breath on her ass. She spread her legs letting him slip his hand down farther to the hot slit of her bald pouting pussy. His finger toyed with her clit, causing her to push back hard against him. She was moaning low in her throat. Rita looked down between her breasts watching his hand manipulating her pussy. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

I moaned loudly as it filled me again. Beatrice coated the other end with more Vaseline and slowly impaled herself on it until our cunts were pressed together, the vegetable buried deep inside both of us. She grabbed my hands and started rocking. The cucumber began sliding in and out of us in perfect rhythm. “Oh God… Beatrice!” I gasped. “It feels like… like I’m being fucked!” We moved faster, grinding against each other, the fat cucumber stretching both our cunts. I was saying filthy things I had never said in my life. The pleasure built quickly. Within minutes we were both shaking.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust. Lena watched with dark eyes, one hand slipping between her own thighs. “You look so good taking two cocks,” Lena said breathlessly. “Such a naughty bride.” Emma could only moan in response. Rico reached around and rubbed her clit while Jax sucked hard on her nipples. The pleasure slammed into her like a storm. She came again, harder than before, screaming as her body shook violently between the two men. Jax groaned beneath her. “I’m close.” “Fill her up,” Rico encouraged, pounding her ass faster.

Ellie was trapped in her erotic dream, and in it, the love of her life was stroking inside her while kissing her shoulders and neck. It sent tingles down to her toes and clit. In the dream, his manhood was thick and hard, filling her to the brim; her pussy was wet and hot, stuffy like the South American jungles; her breathing was quick and shallow in her dream. Oh, what a lovely dream... or was it?