Novel & Cerita Casanova Stories

She was suddenly aware of how shabby her jeans and simple sweater looked in this opulent space. "It's okay. Call me Damon." He gestured to the leather sofa. Ara sat, clutching her bag like a shield. Damon remained standing, studying her. “I’ve read every book you’ve written,” he stated. “All twenty-three. Your imagination is… exceptional. Filthy. Creative. It's a shame you've landed in this current situation.” Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist.

His cock pressed against my stomach hard thick throbbing through the cassock. “Do you want absolution,” he asked lips brushing my ear. “Yes,” I gasped. “Then confess properly he said. On your knees. I sank slowly, kneeling before him. He lifted the cassock revealing his cock long thick veined flushed dark at the head pre cum beading at the slit. Open your mouth he said. I did tongue out eagerly. He guided himself past my lips slow filling my mouth inch by inch. I moaned around him vibrating his shaft tongue swirling tasting the salt of his pre cum.

**HotFantasy88:** Fuck, Susan. That dildo is going to look incredible stretching your tight little pussy. Set up the new light and tripod. I want another private call. I’ll tip $800 this time if you ride it for me, wear the red set, and get really loud and nasty. Tell me how bad you need real cock while you fuck yourself.

Don Salvatore was a very decent man and no matter how Allan tried, he couldn’t get anything to complicate him. He bowed slightly in appreciation to Casper before turning his attention to Cassandra, captured by her extraordinary features, as he bowed to her slightly before extending his hand for a dance. As soon as they joined hands and began to dance to the tune of the guest singer, background information about Salvatore began to play and everyone realized that he owned the biggest casinos in Las Vegas. “Thank you, Don Salvatore,” Casper said as soon as his timer beeped, showing that the one minute was done. Cassandra was relieved. Don Salvatore was a gentleman but her heart was already take

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Fortunately, money makes things move as fast as you need them to. My assistant, Cupid, was in my office that night, making arrangements. After his thirty days were up at the Cortez casino, he came back to the ‘den of sin’ as he liked to call the Snake Eyes. He said he enjoyed working for the brothers, but preferred the debauchery of the Snake Eyes. I can’t say I blame him. I do as well.

Just call me anytime you want. I didn't answer that when Maeve curses and a few utensils cling. "You alright, Maeve?" I ask and call Alyssa. "Y-yeah." She answered softly. I turned back and walked off while waiting for Alyssa to answer. She did answer and I went to the balcony. "So, what now, Casanova?" "Haven't you gotten laid last night?" I asked huskily. "Hmmm. I'm waiting for you last night." "Sorry, a good thing happens," I said just to make her jealous.

‎Damon kept thrusting his thick and huge cock faster and deeper into my wet pussy to the point where I couldn't catch my breath between pumps. ‎He's such a good fucker... ‎**Author's Message** ‎Keep reading, I have more juicy, steamy stories for you that're going to make you get wet and horny🥵 Please drop your honest review on this chapter cause it would mean a lot to me. ‎Thanks 💯 ‎

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

“I wanted to hear if you’d ask.” They put me how they wanted. Rook behind. Ash in front, standing on the bed so I had to tip my face up. Ash painted my mouth with the head of his cock. “Open. He’s going to knot you. You’re going to take me while he locks. Then we stack. You don’t pick the order.” I opened. Ash pushed in, not cruel-fast, deep enough that my eyes watered. Behind me Rook shoved into my hole in one slick drive that made me moan around his brother. Full at both ends. The first shape of both.