Cerita Dewasa Nyokap Novels & Stories

That’s what made the cage so much fun, as it effectively ruined his ability to enjoy the one thing he wanted the most. “Alright, time to sit on it. I want to see you ride it.” “Oh. Yes, mistress. Okay. I can try.” he said, clearly nervous. “Have you ever taken anything in your ass before, slave?” “Yes. Only a finger, and small toys.” he said. I could tell he was telling that truth, as he was such an eager pervert that he’d have told me his innermost secrets without inhibition.

(This time around,I will be more focused on the storyline rather than the smut,Sorry guys 😢) Intended for mature audiences only (18+).Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction. ---- Rowan's pov Campus legend, that’s what they called me in the dorms and locker rooms. The one who’ll suck you dry in the library , behind the gym, or in this exact filthy bathroom if you’re hard and willing. Rowan Davis: easy, shameless, and always down I hated feelings or any form of attachment. I only did cock.

“I knew you’d look so fucking good taking Daddy’s cock.” Mr. Collins started moving again, with slow and delibrate, deep rolls of his hips that made his thick cock hit every sensitive inch inside me. The wet, sound of my pussy sucking him in and out filled the shower. Ria’s fingers pinched and rolled my nipples while she kissed and sucked on my neck, leaving little marks.

I said, "I'll show you." I got off the couch, went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the iPad. I'd long since surfed away from what I'd been reading, so I navigated to the front page of the site and handed it to my sister. Her eyes went wide. "Erotic literature?" "It sounds fancier than it is," I said, "It's just dirty stories. Word smut. But it works for me. I guess it kind of gives me the best of both worlds. The stories are hot, but they also engage my imagination. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have shown you this."

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My holes gaped when they pulled out for a moment, red and swollen and leaking. My voice was raw from screaming their names and begging for more, my mind flooded with wild, untameable thoughts. ‘I’m John’s wife but I’m their slut now. I love how full I feel. I love being used like this. I was never meant to be pure—I was made for this corruption.’ John stroked himself faster, eyes wild with pride and lust, his cock leaking steadily. “That’s my wife. Look at you taking three cocks like you were born for it. Come for me again, Ava. Show me how much you love being ruined on our wedding night. Show me the dirty little whore I married.”

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

he growled, his eyes glistening with lust and contempt, “Now get on your knees.” I slid off the chair and knelt on the carpet that was in front of him. He unzipped his pants slowly, pulling out the thickest cock I’d ever seen. It was long, heavy and veiny, with a swollen purple head already leaking with precum; those kinds of heavy mighty cock I always see in Brazilian porns. I felt so embarrassed because my mouth watered even though I was terrified. “Open.” I parted my lips and he tapped the fat head against my tongue.

It was the video of me on my bed with my knees up, screaming my husband's name while I shoved my fingers into my tight, dripping hole. A man sat in a deep leather chair, his back to us. He was a mountain of a man, even broader than Sin. His long pitch-black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and I could see the thick corded muscles of his neck. His left hand held a glass of bourbon, his pinky ring flashing in the firelight. His right hand was busy between his legs, moving in a rhythmic, heavy motion. He was jerking his cock to my p**n video. This made my cheeks turn red hot.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier