Cerita Cinta Erotis Novels & Stories

Finally dried we head back to bed where we lay together in each other's arms. "Lucy, I love you so much. You are the most beautiful, wonderful, sexy, kinky girl in the world!" "Thank you, Erin. I love you too my darling. I so glad we did overtime today." "Me too," I reply. "What shall we do tomorrow?" she asks sleepily. "I don't know, my love, but I'm sure we'll think of something." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> NEW STORY TITLE: LOVERS WITHOUT REALIZING IT (Lesbian/Erotica)

The most erotic sight I'd ever seen. I held her close, rocking my hips slowly while she came down from her high. I could feel her pussy pulsing around me like a little heart ㅡ so fucking cute. I kissed her neck softly while I thrusted deeply into her again. "Such a good girl..." I whispered against her skin.

Damn it. She was wet, she started massaging it, rubbing it, touching her hardened nipples slowly. She closed her eyes and leaned her head backward. She felt another squirt came from her as the sunlight cast warm glow through her room. Her golden hair shone underneath it like a sun kiss. It was sinful, erotic and she miss her husband so damn much. She misses his kiss, his touch, and every good that came with Peter itself. Her dream always ends with Peter's hard cock pounding into her, learning her desperate, frustrated, and angry.

She moaned, her hips moving against his hand, a desperate seeking motion for more. “You’re so eager, aren’t you, my love?” he whispered, slipping a finger inside her. Her inner walls clenched around him, hot and slick. She moaned, a deeper sound this time, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the connection. He added another finger, his thumb finding her pulsing clit, rubbing gently, deliberately. Her breath hitched. “Tell me you like that,” he commanded softly, watching her face. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, a powerful rush that tightened her around his fingers.

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“You like these movies too. Go on, be honest.” “Of course I like them,” admitted Loveth. “But I mean, it’s not very romantic. Sitting on your bed, watching p**n.” “Well, if you’d go all the way with me, I wouldn’t want to watch them all the time.” “Look, you know I’m not ready. I’ve never had sex before. And I’m perfectly happy with the way things are going between us. There’s no need to rush things,” she said as her hand increased in pace once more, jacking his tool briskly up the down the erect length.

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

But Rita wasn’t complaining, he was so good at it that he got her screaming for more despite being tired. His skills were top-notch, almost like he had done a lot of practice for him to be that experienced. A pang of pain shot through Rita as she thought about the other ladies that Chris might have showcased his skills on. She couldn’t imagine sharing him with anyone. He was hers and hers alone. After experiencing what it was like for someone to make love to her, Rita finally realized that Eric had no feelings for her. He just used to have sex with her. It was just that she was blind to see through his lies and pretense.