Cerita Hot Novels & Stories

I can't hear what the other person says but Cerita smiles. "Great. I can't wait. See you soon." She walks toward the kitchen, and I fly to where Jock, Jessi, and Wyatt are talking near the front door. I make myself big. Jessi is ready to attack me, but she stops. "What happened?" She asks with concern. "I just saw Cerita try to get Adrick to have sex with her. He refused, and then she made a call telling someone about him, Maelina, and Darian." Jessi rubs her hands together and smirks.

"You sure? You don't think your little sis is a disgusting cum slut?" "Skylar, you're anything but. You're beautiful and sweet... and apparently into some really kinky shit that I'm sure guys would be lining up to explore with you." "LMAO!" He chuckled and got under the covers. She texted, "Did you really find my story hot? I mean later, after you were able to pick your jaw off the floor." He chuckled again. "I did. Embarrassingly so." "Embarrassingly? That sounds naughty."

I burned with heat. Hot sweat trickled down on my face and all over my naked body. He placed his hands on my waist and grunted loudly. He slipped his hot wet cock out before plunging it back in. I could tell that I was about to be filled. Suddenly hot, sticky cum filled my mouth. I gagged on the large volume and due to the large amount, I was unable to swallow it all so it dribbled down my chin. I let his sticky cock fall out of me. My ass was still being pummelled but I could tell he couldn’t last much longer. His stamina was leaving him. He was slowing down.

And remember, beneath the fiery heat of desire, there beats a heart that craves love, understanding, and connection. Thank you for joining me on this journey. I can't wait for you to experience the magic of the Spicy One-Shot Collection. With love and passion, Unusualdee Passion Pages “Passion Pages isn't just any reflection journal; it’s a powerful tool for those who wish to accept their sensuality.” — Unusualdee. After diving into this collection of short erotic stories, you absolutely need to grab the reflection journal designed to process all those swirling emotions and tantalizing thoughts that spring up while reading!

The hell? “I’m very sure she wasn’t a virgin. I slid into her—” “Nope. Don’t wanna hear how easy you got into her,” he cut in. “She claims she’s a virgin. And no one in the family has seen her with a guy. Until you, apparently.” I could swear on anything she wasn’t her own damn first. She rode my cock like a pro — that was no virgin. What the actual fuck was she on about? “I’d like to hear her say it to my face,” I said coolly.

Still… the idea refused to leave. “So,” Camille said, sliding a glass of wine toward me as she perched on the stool opposite mine. “How are things with Mr. Hot CEO?” I froze mid-sip, but she raised her glass before I could protest. “Wait. First, a toast.” I grinned and lifted my glass. “Alright, what’s the toast?” She cleared her throat dramatically. “To freedom from awful gold-digging men, a full girl-boss glow-up, and better money, better connections, and… better cocks in the future.”

Kathy, a 51 year old housewife becomes a sugar baby. Enjoy.. ******** My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby lifestyle. The feelings and emotions I experienced are very real, even if I have altered the characters a tad.

My pants are now around my ankles 186 SuDDEN SEX and my silk thermal leggings are halfway down my ass. A sunbeam is warming the edge of my thigh, but my nipples are as hard as rock hammers. He is kissing me gently while talking dirty about excitable, fainting, fucking beastly, horny goats and rubbing my clit. Steam is puffing from my mouth. I hear another car winding around the curve slowly, then stopping, tires crunching. A cold breeze flutters the leaves and ruffles the water. A second shotgun blast echoes through the trees and a couple of ducks take off from the shore of the river. His face is between my legs. I am arched against the base of an ancient moss-covered oak. There are oak gall

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”