Cerita Dewasa Paling Seru Novels & Stories

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

“You like the pain. You like knowing I’m ruining this hole because you deceived me. Your ass is mine, Cynthia.” She did. The pain was a bright, sharp wire, but beneath it, a deep, perverse pleasure was building. The fullness was immense, overwhelming. Each thrust rocked her entire body, sending shockwaves through her core. Her neglected pussy was clenching empty, aching, but the attention to her ass was a different, darker thrill. “Yes,” she moaned, the word breaking on a sob. “It’s yours. It’s all yours.” “Tell me,” he demanded, his pace increasing, becoming rougher. “Tell me what a lying slut you are.”

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV I take my time there, sucking it like candy, my tongue poking at the pee hole in the middle. Feeling that Dnaria shudders again, and I peek up to see her closing her eyes briefly.

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

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."

She was dripping wet, her lips swollen and shiny with her juices. “Fuck, look at you,” he said. His fingers ran along her slit, spreading the wetness. “You’ve been like this the whole class, haven’t you?” “Yes,” she breathed. “I was so horny… I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth on me.” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Sara gasped at the sudden stretch. Her pussy was so wet that his fingers slid in easily, making a loud, wet sound. He pumped them fast, curling them to hit her g-spot. Pleasure shot through her body. Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter.

Hello, my daring readers, I trust the previous story still lingers on your skin. As the synopsis teased, this book is packed with the most thrilling, wickedly sensual erotic tales I’ve ever created—raw, intensely steamy stories that don’t hold back, written for one purpose: your deepest, most delicious pleasure. If you crave mature, unfiltered adult erotic romance, then yes… this book is absolutely for you. *********** NEW STORY TITLE: Threesome Therapy (Group Fuck)

She learned to ride Isolde's strap-on while looking into her eyes. In the cabin on another weekend, they tried new positions. Isolde sat on Seraphina's face and ground her pussy against her mouth. Seraphina licked and sucked until Isolde came hard. Then Isolde returned the favor, making Seraphina squirt again on the wooden floor. "You're so wet for me every time," Isolde said afterward. "I created a little addict." Seraphina smiled, face flushed. "I love it. I love belonging to you. ."

I was so wet, so soaking wet down there. As my fingers glided all over my pussy, I could hear the erotic noise my pussy lips made as I rubbed them together; as they came in contact, the squelching sounds of my pussy lips sounded so fucking sexy, the feeling was intense, it felt so good, the sensation was too much, it was mind-blowing.

I bent her over the sturdy wooden bench, kicking her legs apart and ignoring her breathy gasp. “Look at this creamy little pussy,” I growled, spreading her ass cheeks wide with both hands. She was soaked already, her juices already coating her inner thighs. “Dripping like a desperate whore for your stepbrother’s cock." I rubbed my cockhead up and down her slippery slit, teasing her swollen clit before slamming balls-deep inside her. “Fuuuuck!” Katricia cried out, gripping the bench tightly. “Shit… so fucking tight,” I groaned, burying myself to the hilt. Her walls clenched around me like they never wanted to let go.