Cerita Dewasa Baru Novels & Stories

"In the brush, on the other side of the transformer. I'd been there for a few minutes." "Really?" I stepped it up. "I was touching myself, masturbating, like you." Dad was reaching around me, and I felt his penis swell. "So, I guess you're okay with that?" "I did some research. There's stuff on kids, which is gross. But very little on adults. I got on Reddit, and there were threads on it. A lot of fake stuff, but also a lot of family, like Janice's. And a famous case of a mother and son in Texas. There are no numbers of how many adult family members are enjoying sex. No surprise, who's going to tell, right? It comes down to consenting adults, that's it."

"I can't say that I really regret anything that's happened. Step by step it's been unbelievably exciting. Let me explain what happened. I am in my late forties and Alexis, my wife of 18 years marriage, is the same age. She is tall, fairly slim, with brown eyes and hair, smallish breasts, and with lots of light brown pubic hair. Our sex life has been drab to say the least and as our sex has dropped off, I've tried to find new ways to excite her. I have never been adulterous and, to my knowlege, nor has she, although there have been times when she's disappeared for hours on end, seen movies 'by herself', that sort of thing, but rarely. She hasn't been interested in adult films, or 'devices' li

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

“Bad girls don’t get to cum on the first night. You’ll sleep like this — wet, horny, and aching. Maybe tomorrow I’ll give you more.” He pulled my thong back into place and gave my ass one final hard slap. “Get under the covers. Sleep. I’ll check on you in the morning.” Uncle Ken walked to the door, but before leaving he looked back at me. “Welcome to your new life for the next seven days, Hilda. Try to behave or not. I enjoy breaking naughty girls like you.” He closed the door. I lay there in the dark, ass stinging, pussy dripping, nipples hard, and my body burning with desire.

He filled me completely. “Ride me,” he said, hands on my hips. I started moving, grinding on him. Jake moved behind me. He spread my ass cheeks and rubbed his thumb over my tight hole. I tensed. “Relax,” Jake murmured. “We won’t do anything you don’t want.” I looked back at him. “Just… be gentle.” He spat on his fingers and worked one slowly inside my ass while I kept riding Ryan. The fullness was intense. Almost overwhelming. But it felt dirty and amazing at the same time.

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The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

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.