Bully Erotica Mga Nobela at Kwento

Without overthinking, I slid in, hugging myself as the cold air conditioning blasted my skin. “Buckle up, everyone,” Elsa announced. “You got it,” her friends chimed. I strapped on the seat belt. Elsa hit the gas, driving out of campus and into the pack’s streets. The girl beside me leaned close, shoving pictures of naked men in my face. “Look at these guys, aren't they fucking hot?” She grinned, swiping through shots of naked guys, one lounging with a thick, heavy cock draped over his thigh; another standing tall under the shower, hard and curved upward with water beading on the tip; the next on his knees, ass up and shaft rigid, balls hanging full beneath.

My moans are blocked by his arm, and I'm trying my hardest to be quiet. Axton thrusts in, a brutal pace that makes my toes curl. “Gonna be a quick one baby” he grunts, his hand reaching around and grabbing ahold of my cock. He starts stroking me in time with his thrusts. “You’re so fucking sexy Oakley. You’re the hottest fucking person around. No one tops you, baby” he nails my prostate, harder and faster and i'm being shoved off the edge so quick it steals my breath.

Each slap made her pussy clamp tighter around him. “You’re going to come for me like the slut you are,” he growled. “After all that teasing, you’re finally going to break.” He kept railing her, cock driving in and out of her soaked pussy. Then he pressed the heated metal buckle of the belt firmly against the soft skin of her inner thigh. The warm metal branded a temporary red mark into her flesh. The sudden heat and pressure pushed her over the edge. Cassandra came violently. Her entire body convulsed hard. Her pussy clamped down around his thick cock like a fist, pulsing and squeezing in powerful waves.

I let my anger out, shouting at him while holding my hands together to control myself. "Do you know what bullying is? Alpha never bullied you," Gabrial replied like he knew everything, but he didn't! I was the one going through everything alone and suffering in that hell while he just watched and he didn't have any right to talk about my situation now! "Never bullied me?! Then what the hell do you think he did? Or should I use the word abusive? he abused me, not bullied!" I spat those words in anger, still trying to compose myself from bursting out everything.

A third forced his way into her asshole, double-penetrating her with no mercy. The ropes adjusted on their own, spreading her wider, tilting her body so they could use every hole. The last two took turns slapping her tits, spitting on her face, and feeding her their leaking cocks. Lila glowed bright blue now, her whole body lit from inside like cursed fire. She was screaming around the cock in her throat, eyes rolling back, squirting violently every few seconds as they ruined her. The wet slapping sounds were disgusting 🤮, flesh on flesh, squelching holes, ropes creaking. Cum and precum and her own juices splattered everywhere.

I growled when I felt her tongue work her way around it. “Fuck, Eretria. You… damn you.” I groaned, my claws burrowing into the wall. She was the goddess of sucking dicks. I was out of my mind soon. She loved it when she controlled me. She let my dick out her mouth and pulled me to the sheets. Then I thrust my dick into her. She moaned as she rode me like her play thing. “Beg baby.” She whispered into my ear. “Beg me.” I wanted to but I would never give in to her. Sex with her was like a game of power and I always won.

Bare-breasted, the girls tangled on the bed, their panties clinging together, soaking up the other's lusty juices. Their shapely, slender bodies rolled back and forth while each girl kneaded a sculptured tit in her hand. As they humped at each other, Amber shuddered with lust, feeling through their panties the swollen, wet lips of her cousin's mashed against her own. Eventually, Kimberly regained the higher ground, and her leg went probing between Amber's thighs. She pressed her knee to her cousin's slit, and they both gasped as the tension gathered in their bellies. They built a slow, erotic pace as they experimented, occasionally changing up the angle for maximum stimulation.

“How do you want me to make you come, Ella? You either tell me how you like it or I’m going to do it on my own.” “I…” Words don’t seem to want to come when trying to answer his question. How am I supposed to tell my bully what it is that makes me come? How do I tell him that I fantasize about him spanking me, whenever I play with myself? He takes the choice away from me when he starts to rub my clit. Lifting one of my legs, he situates it so it’s on the other side of his waist and he sits between my legs. I’m too embarrassed, so I close my eyes and turn my head away. It feels too good having him play with me, and under different circumstances, I’d welcome his assistance, but I don’t want it

his voice a demeaning whisper. I smiled as he pulled out and slammed into me again..and again and again. If the tie wasn’t in my mouth ,I would have screamed at impact,he went back to the rough pace,beating my pussy in ways I have never felt,my juices gushing out of my pussy,his cock pushing against my walls and hitting my spot repeatedly,I couldn’t care less rn if I was caught. “Babyy is Derek here yet I’m readyy” Trying to straighten my voice as best as I could

“Fuck me like you did in that VIP room. Like you own me.” I lost it. I railed him—rough, punishing strokes that made his body jolt. I reached around and stroked his leaking cock in time with my thrusts, twisting my hand over the sensitive head. Steam and heat surrounded us. Every moan, every slap of skin, every filthy word felt dangerously loud. “Gonna fill you up again,” I growled against his ear. “Breed this hole like I did before. You want your step-brother’s load?”