Bxb Smut Novels & Stories

Xander replied. “It’s Claire you moron! But since you don’t want to see her. It’s fine, we will leave now!.” Alissa screamed. Immediately after she finished talking, Xander came out of his room. “I thought you won’t come out. I will leave you both to talk things out”. Alissa said and excused herself. Xander and I stood looking at each other. As much as I tried not to look at his body, I couldn't help it. He is not wearing any shirt. His chest and muscular arms are bare to me. I must admit he has a fine body, he must really work out a lot. He has a wolf head tattoo on the upper part of his chest. I don’t understand what their obsession with wolves is. From the water fountain, the painting hun

One hand gripped her hip while the other delivered sharp, loud smacks to her ass with every thrust. “Take this dick, you little slut. You love sneaking around like this, don’t you?” Graham grunted, pounding into her relentlessly, the wet sound of her pussy echoing in the room. "Yes— daddy. Harder, please — oh God!" the girl moaned out, pushing back to meet his brutal strokes. Sienna Vale stood in the shadowed alcove behind a half-open door, her phone held steady, recording every second. Her thighs pressed tightly together as she watched, her breathing becoming shallow.

He was able to taste blood. The kiss wasn't as great, and that was saying a lot for someone with such low standards. He wasn't expecting sparks and fireworks, but this one was different. The man pushed his wet tongue down his throat with ferocity, like a muscular eel worming its way through the sand. It was sloppy, with a strong scent of alcohol.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

She stroked my throbbing cock with deliberate slowness, her soft palm gliding up and down the shaft while her thumb circled the swollen cap, smearing the thick beads of precum that leaked from the slit. I bit down on my lip to stifle a guttural groan, fuck her touch was worlds apart from Jenna's hesitant fumbling. This was pure expertise, decades of knowing exactly how to unravel a man with every twist and squeeze, her fingers curling just right to hit that sensitive spot under the ridge.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> A dark smile spreads across Damien's face. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "So my little brother couldn't make you come," he says slowly. "And now you're in the back of an Uber with his older brother's fingers buried in your sopping wet cunt." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yes." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "And you want me to do what he couldn't. You want me to make you come so hard you forget he ever existed." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

God… my father’s brother was making me come. My back bowed as my entire body shuddered with an orgasm that had me seeing God, when I knew it was the devil I would be greeting after this. I could feel how wet I was, juices squirting out of me and making a humiliating mess on my inner thighs and sliding down my legs. When the climax ended, I sagged against the granite, unable to catch my breath and gather my self-control. “Look at me,” Damien demanded. I forced myself to look over my shoulder and watched Damien lift his pussy-slickened fingers up, showing me how wet I made them. He sucked them clean, dragging his tongue over the length of those digits, his gaze focused on mine the entire time.

Cum was pumped into my womb, deep into my bowels, and forced down my throat until I was coughing and drooling it everywhere. At one point they lowered me slightly, bent me forward, and made me look directly at Brutus. while two men double-stuffed my pussy from behind and another took my ass. The wet, filthy sounds of my ruined holes were unmistakable. And unbareble. In front of him. “You see this, cuck?” one of them taunted Brutus. “This is how a real team satisfies a woman. Not your weak little pumps.” The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my choking gurgles, their grunts, my screams.

My every nerve ending was on fire… especially my baby nipples and my crotch. “If you can only see yourself, Kat. You look like such a helpless slut! I read somewhere that small boobs are especially sensitive. Is this why you are especially horny? You little girl? Now… baby slut Kat… beg for Daddy’s dick… Beg Daddy to have his way with you. Beg to be daddy’s sex slut and say Thank you Daddy, for making me feel so good!”

Luckily, there was a gap I could use to hide here, and I could cover my body with the curtain hanging down. However, even though I was hiding, I couldn’t help but look at what was happening in front of me. The lighting in the bathroom wasn’t very good, but everything was still very clear in front of me. How Max moved his hands to trace the naked body of the woman in his arms. Their lips locked together, creating passionate sounds, while the woman’s hands roamed around Max’s lower abdomen, which was already hardening. Her tanned skin glistened with sweat, while the sound of the faucet dripping grew fainter as the water in the bathtub filled up.