Cerita Dewasa Kontol Novels & Stories

I crawled to him on my knees and he pulled me up onto the couch, positioning my legs and hands on the floor while facing the big window. The curtain hung half open and anyone passing by could glance in if they looked closely. His hands roamed my back, squeezing my ass tightly and spreading them. One finger traced my tight rear hole, circling the sensitive ring. “You teased me with this on camera, now I’m taking it.” He drizzled lube from a small bottle he had brought, after that he pressed his fingers inside my ass slowly, stretching me open. The burn turned into a deep full ache that made me moan out loud. I pushed back against his hand, needing the length of his fingers to fill me in.

I said as I raised my legs. He knelt close to the bed and pulled me to the edge of the bed, and finger-fucked me. Curling his finger inside my pussy. I closed my eyes savoring the sweet sensation I was feeling. Then he started moving his fingers in and out of my pussy so fast that I jerked. He licked my pussy, flickering his tongue inside me, as he used his thumb to rub my clit so fast. My breath became uneven and low, pressure rising low in my belly. “I am about to cum master” I cried.

He loomed over me, his suit jacket off, shirt unbuttoned, cock hard again, his dark eyes promising more indulgent domination. “Still eager?” he teased, his hand sliding up my bare leg, fingers brushing my swollen lips. I nodded, heat pooling, and he smirked, pulling a remote-controlled butt plug from his bag, slicking it with lube. “Let’s escalate,” he whispered, turning me onto my stomach, spreading my ass cheeks. He pressed the plug in slowly, the stretch making me gasp, then turned it on, the vibration pulsing deep.

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

“Keep going.” “I wrote that he didn’t use a condom. He held my hips tight and pounded into me until I came around his cock.” A low groan came from his throat. His hand moved up and down his shaft, he twisted it at the top each time. I slid two fingers inside my pussy. It made a wet sound that echoed in the quiet room, I pumped them in and out while my thumb pressed on my clit. He stepped closer but stayed on the other side of the wide desk. We were only a few feet apart, his eyes stayed locked on my hand under my skirt.

I felt a hand pin me to the bed, as the figure kept dipping the dildo in for me. I wanted to resist, yet the figure did it so well—so well that I kept panting instead of asking who the person was. It was dark and I couldn't see, yet I could smell the cologne: thick, good, and it smelled masculine. I kept moaning uncontrollably; getting wet wasn't a choice, it was a fucking action. I couldn't control it; I just kept moaning words out of my throat. Not until the figure couldn't take it any longer.

That's a good sign. As Darren looked down he saw a trickle of creamy fluid leaking from Jules' pussy. "Your cock feels so big, and so hard, Darren," panted Jules. "Slide it into my cunt, but don't cum yet. I want all your cum in my ass, so keep it inside your heavy balls for now. Tell me what a willing whore I am, Darren. I love dirty talk."

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

I say. He rolls off the bed to rifle through his duffel and reappears quickly, tossing condoms onto the bedside table and ripping a foil open with his teeth. “Don’t read anything into it,” he commands, probably seeing the question on my face of why so many condoms. “It’s just something I’ve always done. Over-prepared and all that.” I grin. “I’m a fan of being prepared.”

“I’m your slut tonight!use me!” The dirty words fueled him. He gripped my hair, pulling my head back as he railed me. His cock kissed my cervix with each thrust, pleasure bordering on pain. I came a third time, squirting onto the sheets, voice hoarse from screaming. He slowed for a moment, grinding deep, letting me feel every vein. Then he pulled out and lay on the bed, stroking his glistening cock. “Ride me. Show me how bad you want it.”