Cerita Dewasa Pagi Hari Novels & Stories

She was a different woman. On the morning her husband was due to return, Clara woke up early with Aiden still beside her in bed. They had spent the entire last night fucking slowly and passionately. He had made love to her for hours — long, deep strokes while they kissed, his thick cock filling her completely until she came again and again. By the time they collapsed, her pussy was full of his cum, warm and leaking onto the sheets. She loved the feeling. It made her feel claimed.

Wajah polosnya yang bersih dari riasan kosmetik seketika menunjukkan semburat merah muda yang samar akibat salah tingkah. "Kamu ini... bangun tidur selalu seperti hantu, tidak ada suaranya sama sekali. Lagi pula, untuk apa berdiri di sana sejak tadi sambil menatapku dengan pandangan aneh seperti itu?" tanya Vera, berusaha mengalihkan rasa gugupnya sembari menata piring sarapan di atas meja makan. "Vera... kamu terlihat jauh lebih menawan di pagi hari tanpa riasan kantor," ucap Adrian tiba-tiba, suaranya terdengar berat dan serak khas pria yang baru saja terbangun.

Isa’s Pov I woke up slowly that morning, a soft smile already on my face before I even opened my eyes. The sheets felt warm and rumpled around me. For the first time in a long while I felt really good. Jay was right beside me, still sleeping, his arm loosely draped over my waist. Who knew one night could turn into something this nice? The sex had been better than I ever imagined. Gentle and intense all at once. My body still tingled when I thought about it. I wanted more. So much more. But I did not want to seem creepy or desperate, so I just lay there quietly, smiling to myself.

Tippa slept peacefully and late into the morning. When she opened her eyes, a smile was already planted on her face. She could feel gladness greeting her awakening. It was the weekend, and she didn't have to go to work. The tribute to her happiness is the sensuous night she was introduced to by something called a "sexy nightcap."

"Let's talk about yesterday. Walk me through your day from the time you awoke to the time you went to bed. I'm sure our listeners would like to know about a typical day in the life of a sex addict." "I wouldn't classify yesterday as typical, but it was interesting. My alarm went off at 6AM. I got in the shower and masturbated. I soaped up the middle finger of my left hand and pushed it up my ass. I rubbed my clit and fingered my pussy with my right hand until I came. All the time, I imagined I was getting gang-fucked in a dark room by a group of strange men. It's my favorite fantasy.

His thumb circled her clit in slow, lazy strokes while two fingers curled deep, stirring the mess he’d left inside her hours earlier. “Morning, slut,” he murmured against her ear. Voice rough from sleep and too many cigarettes. “You’re still leaking me.” Maya arched, thighs falling wider on instinct. “You didn’t let me sleep much.” “You came four times after I untied you. Greedy cunt wouldn’t stop clenching.” He pushed a third finger in, stretching her sore hole. “Thought you deserved a wake-up call.” She moaned low, hips rocking to meet his hand. Every movement pulled at the dried wax on her back, a delicious sting that made her wetter.

It's a different dick, so the nut he is now thrusting into is another man's; his penis is directly touching another man's semen, which is already hot on its own, but the thought that you're also part of the experience, that because of your good juicy pussy different men are in contact with each other's nuts and they don't mind. If you're a certified whore, you know just how delicious it is to sleep with different men raw, especially the same day. Like, you fuck one man in the morning and afternoon you're fucking another one without washing your pussy. Like, I don't know, there's just something sinful that drives me crazy… that has made me addicted.

* It all went wrong from the start. I woke up the morning of our next O-day and started reading a story, like I always did. About halfway through, with my hand stroking my cock, I went over the top. I hadn't intended to, then suddenly I was covered in my own cum. The story wasn't even that good. My orgasm had been nice, sure, but it felt wasted. It was going to be Jennifer's day anyway, I told myself in the shower.

“Good. Because I’m far from done ruining you, little sis.” The night stretched on with more slow, filthy fucking until the early hours. By morning, my pussy was swollen, red, and thoroughly bred...exactly how I wanted it. Our taboo secret had finally become real, and I couldn’t wait for every dirty night ahead.

He was giving me several small kisses on my face and neck, seemingly wanting to hear me say things that would make me blush. I remembered what I'd heard from him and the girls, that I needed to say it. But how was I going to say what I was thinking without being mortified? I didn't know if I should say I was happy I'd been well-fucked the night before, because even though it was my first time, I'd heard many stories, and I knew I'd been well-fucked. But that might be too much. I thought it might be better to say I was happy I'd had multiple orgasms during the night, and that it was the best thing I'd ever felt in my life, but that was just part of my morning bliss. I thought for a moment and