Cerita 18 Ke Atas Novels & Stories

This is NOT a traditional romance-based story. It consists of disturbing elements, matter, and content, including, sexual content, physical abuse, torture, kidnapping, dubious, sensitive content, and nasty treatments. If you are sensitive or have been sensitive to all these escapades and Dark phases. Please do not read it. You have been warned. Well, this is an art of fiction meant for a mature, 18+ audience only. The author does not appreciate such behaviour in factuality.

CHAPTER 1: [Misfortune mishap with luck, and so the rabbit escape, but not for so long…] WARNING: MATURE CONTENT FOR 18+ [ If you are below 18, please leave, because it may not be suitable for your age. Thank you ] EL CASA CUATRO

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This work is a piece of fictional erotic entertainment. Any sexual activity in real life should always involve clear consent from all parties. •••••• I hate my boss, Julien Moreau. Yes, I hate him.

She spread her legs wider, showing me how soaked she was. “You can have me all night if you want… and every other night too,” she continued, eyes locked on mine. “You can fuck my mouth, my tight pussy… whatever you want. I’ll be your dirty little secret slut. But you have to promise not to tell Mum and Dad about my videos. Keep my secret, and I’ll keep your cock very, very happy.” Katricia pulled down the straps of her nightgown to reveal her bare breasts, her hard pink nipples begging for attention.

Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

“This is unfair, you know that right? I'm eighteen, I am old enough to make decisions on my own.” Mom didn’t answer right away. Her eyes softened, and for the first time in a while, she looked like she wanted to cry too. "Baby...." "Don't please..." I cut her off and looked away. She don't get to patronize me when she and Dad is the cause of all this in the first place. How is it hard for them to get it? It's my twelfth grade, it's just a few months remaining and I'll done with highschool, they could have waited for me to close that chapter.

Introduction: To stay out of hell, he'll have to stick it in his sisters. ******* Anyone who's read my stuff knows I like it when things get a little goofy. Well this is definitely the silliest story I've written so far. If everything must be super serious, this story is definitely not for you. Everyone is over 18. ***** Mary had a problem: her 19-year-old son, Michael, would not stop masturbating.

Cassiel released her arm, and she stumbled back a step, her heart hammering not with fear, she realized with a jolt, but with a thrilling, terrifying excitement. “You will be punished, witch,” Cassiel stated, his tone devoid of anger, filled only with a calm, absolute certainty. “Your rebellious spirit requires discipline. You will learn obedience.” Lilith lifted her chin, a reckless smile playing on her lips. “And if I don’t want to learn?” His star-fire eyes seemed to ignite. “Then the lessons will simply become more persuasive.” He gestured toward the bench. “Assume the position. Skirt lifted. Bend over the bench.”

“Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.” Her words stung, but they also made my pussy clench harder around her fingers. Ria leaned down, kissing my neck, then my lips, as she pleasured me with skilled, relentless strokes. She added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me until I was moaning into her mouth and coming again. I came hard, shaking, and my juices were soaking the sheets. When I finally came down, panting and spent, Ria kissed my forehead. “But if you really want him… you’re going to have to prove you can take it.”

Elena sat in the empty stairwell on the third floor of the library. It was late afternoon and most students had already left campus. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs. She propped her phone against the wall and hit record. Her fingers slid into her soaked pussy immediately. She bit her lip to stay quiet as she pumped two fingers in and out. Her other hand rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. She moaned quietly, eyes half-closed, as she fucked herself harder. When she came, her thighs shook and her juices dripped onto the concrete step. She stopped the recording, fixed her clothes, and uploaded the video to her anonymous account.