Cerita Dewasa Mesra Mga Nobela at Kwento

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

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.

“Fuck babygirl. You make me want to do very dirty things to you.” I feel his erection pressing against my ass and I smile innocently. “Like what daddy?” I ask, wiggling a little on his lap. Gavin groans and leans in sucking on my neck. “Like.” He whispers, pausing a second. “Untying that little bikini bottom and sliding my fingers into that tight pussy of yours right here in this chair.” He kisses my neck and I moan. “Or, bending you over the arm of the couch, and fucking you until you are screaming my name.”

Soon they were standing on opposite sides of his big old-fashioned bed. Karen was thinking of Mallory and Armina in the mews, imagining her taking his cock in her mouth and sucking it till he came. At the same time she remembered her nights in the Dower House when first Armina and then Celine had awakened her to the wonders of lesbian sex. She was burning, steamy, nectar escaping from her love-hole to make a wet patch on her breeches.

Without hesitation, Desirée leaned forward and buried her face in Kaida’s pussy. Kaida gasped, a sharp, beautiful sound. Desirée’s tongue delved into her folds, tasting her unique coolness and the hot, slick evidence of her arousal. She licked and suckled, mimicking the rhythm Conor was pounding into her own body. Kaida’s hands fisted in Desirée’s hair, her hips beginning to move against Desirée’s mouth.

Christian steps closer, guiding the head of his cock to the underside of my cleavage before sliding it up into the tight channel between my breasts. “Wow,” I breathe, mesmerized as his thick cock slides in and out, glistening with our combined wetness. He groans, fucking my cleavage. “Have you never done this before?” “No,” I pant. “I haven’t.” “Then your husband must be a boring man in bed.” “Shut the fuck up!” Isaac snarls from the chair. Christian smirks, his pace quickening. Precum beads at the tip of his cock, streaking slickly over my skin.

Heather was explicit that she did not provide sexual services but apparently there was no rule about someone's partner doing that. Marissa began to taunt her husband and he began to moan. As you might expect, Robert's weakness and need to submit was one subject. But a surprise to me was she included the humiliation of being exposed to a beautiful stranger (me) was also a topic. As she began stroking him with more vigor, she added that she wanted to fuck me instead of him. That appeared to arouse him further as he groaned and asked his wife for permission to cum. "You know what that means, don't you?" Marissa asked her husband.