Celebrity Erotic Fan Fiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I opened an incognito tab, found the video that best fit my fantasies, and pressed play. A girl on her knees between two guys, one in her mouth and the other sliding in from behind. She can't scream or moan properly since her mouth is full, but her muffled moans sound desperate and perfect. I slid my hand beneath the waistband of my panties before I could even think. I was fucking soaked so it was easy to slide two fingers in. My mouth fell open, a breathless moan escaping my lips. I curled them, closing my eyes, imagining it was Jake or Tyler's fingers instead. I knew it was wrong. They were five years older than I was. I was their best friend’s little sister but I could hardly control the

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That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

I wanted to pull it away, but he managed to put it into his mouth. “Oh gosh!” He looked at me while sucking the sweet juices of my fingers. My legs immediately started shaking so bad that I had to hold the door tight so I wouldn't fall. Amaris was coming down the hall. “What is going on here?” She asked.” Walking up to me and crossing her arms, I pulled my fingers away from his mouth and stepped back. “Well, Amaris, Kayla here was finger Fucking herself with your magazine,” he said. I don't know if I could get any more embarrassed. Well she said I like that one too. It's my favorite, so tell me which girl is your favorite. "She asked.”

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I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

The morning sun filtered through Amanda’s blinds like a cruel joke, her body still aching in all the right ways from yesterday. Every muscle screamed reminder: the cold tile against her knees, the stretch of two cocks in her cunt, the hot flood of cum leaking down her thighs. She’d barely slept—tossing in sweat-dampened sheets, fingers dipping between her legs more than once to chase the high. Her boyfriend, Tyler, had texted late: *Working overtime, home late. Miss you.* She’d replied with a heart emoji, even as her pussy throbbed at the memory of Kelvin’s thick shaft pounding her senseless.

Mostly because, it was the most beautiful piece of luck l'd ever gotten. He thought he could tame me. Me, Cassandra Gray, twenty-two years old and built with a backbone of pure, unadulterated lust. My sins were public knowledge, thanks to the internet's never-ending hunger for a rich man's scandal. Getting caught kissing Sophia Delacroix's daughter at the Wellington gala? Front page news. The video of me on my knees for that bassist in the club's grimy bathroom? A viral sensation.

I was hard for hours after Kira left my office yesterday and all I could think about was those lips she kept licking wrapped around my cock. Just when I manage to get her out of my mind after a sleepless night, I walk by her desk and find her engrossed in scribbling something. It looks like a regular notepad, but her expression tells me what she's writing has nothing to do with work. There’s a mischievous grin on her face, her pen etched between her teeth in a way that makes my mind go all sorts of inappropriate places. As soon as Kira sees me, she swipes the notebook off the desk and shoves it out of sight. That reaction is enough to prove my little assistant was not working. A hundred buck

I fantasize and imagine him thrusting his thick cock into my pussy as I shoved and rammed the plastic cock into my oh-so-wet and slippery cunt over and over again. Fuck. I pleasure myself with the thought and image of Tobias, my breathtaking crush and favourite customer. Tobias was a tall and striking man with a muscular frame and broad chest and shoulders. He had well-shaped facial hair and the most charming smile that could make you breathless. In my erotic and lustful fantasy, I would picture his face buried between my spread thighs as he shoves his thick tongue into my dripping wet pussy, licking and sucking my pussy, eating at my core like a starving man would. I imagine him thrusting h