Cerita Nafsu Dewasa Novels & Stories

he murmured, his voice rough with desire. Adeswua whimpered, her fingers still tangled in his hair. “Cael, please.” He lowered his head, his tongue flicking out, tasting her. She was sweet, musky, intoxicating. He licked slowly, deliberately, tracing the sensitive folds, then finding the clitoris, circling it with the tip of his tongue. Adeswua cried out, a sharp, choked sound, her hips bucking against his face. He increased the pressure, sucking gently, teasing, watching her face contort in pleasure.

I was shocked by it. Then the worst hit. Scrolling deeper, I found older threads—not just our recent exploits, but confessions of her past. Fantasies she’d acted out before we met: elaborate scenarios with different men and women, positions drawn from ancient texts, bodies entwined in ways I’d never imagined. She described missing the freedom, the variety, the sheer physical artistry of it all. And there it was—the term she used repeatedly: Kama Sutra queen. Not the modern myth of endless acrobatic positions, but the deeper essence: a woman who had once embraced pleasure as an art form, balancing desire with skill and abandon. My cock hardened instantly, painfully erect, throbbing with a mix

Another cock filled her mouth right after. They put her on her back again. Two men sucked on her nipples while a third fucked her pussy. Fingers rubbed her clit fast. Calista came once more. Her whole body trembled. Ronan took the final turn in her pussy. He fucked her slow and deep. His eyes locked on hers. “You love this, don’t you?” he asked. “Yes,” Calista gasped. “Don’t stop.” He came deep inside her. Hot cum flooded her pussy. The last loads mixed with all the others. Calista lay there breathing hard. Cum leaked from her pussy and ass. It covered her face and chest. She smiled up at the men.

I fist his hair, rock my hips, press closer, and tug on him. "Oh damn," he moans, burying his face further between my legs, his tongue doing evil, wicked, and wonderful things to my pussy. “Yes, oh God, yes, Mr. Walker. Eat my pussy.” I remember now that Amber and Jenny said he liked dirty talk, too. Liked telling them how bad they were. And fuck if that isn’t one of the big things that has been a feature in all of my fantasies. “I’m such a bad girl, Mr. Walker. Lick your dirty slut.”

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

"Last night I imagined her again, those small tits perfect in my hand, and that tight little hole that has never been properly fucked. I would edge her for hours, make her drip down her thighs while she reads my dirty words back to me in that soft, shaky voice of hers. Then I'll bend her over and fuck her raw until she screams that she only belongs to me, filling her deep with load after load so she cannot forget who bred her." My clit throbbed so hard that I had to shift in my chair, pressing my legs tighter together to ease the ache, but it only made me wetter. I could feel my panties getting damp the longer I read this raw fantasy about breaking in a girl who sounded exactly like me. My p

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he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass. Anya laughed softly, her body still tingling, knowing this was only the start of her dirty obsession, a spiral of lust that would consume her entirely. She dressed slowly, leaving the motel with weak legs and a belly full of cum, returning home where Pedro was sleeping, unaware of everything. But in the car, she touched herself again, reliving every moment, cumming one last time before arriving, the taste of cigarettes and sex on her mouth. The obsession only grew, and she could hardly wait for the next encounter.

They got in bed and Dan lay beside her running his hand over her soft white body, kneading a round breast and then running his hand down her leg and back up the inside to brush over her closed lips and red bush. "Tell me what you to fantasized about" he cajoled his wife. Her husband's hands felt so good running over her, relaxing her. "It's strange but even though we hadn't said anything to each other we had similar thoughts we found out later" she started. "Seeing Donna's nude body I thought how sexy she would look with your hard cock sliding into her black forest, her eyes full of lust as you brought her to orgasm." She wasn't going to mention the circumstances that caused that fantasy. Da

This was none of her business. She scrolled through a few more and then her cursor hovered over a website not like the rest. It was definitely a p**n site. No doubt about that. She bit her lip. What did Carl Salvo fantasize about in bed? Before she could think better about it, she clicked on it. Pictures of women being fucked filled the screen. Heart racing, she quickly scrolled down to see short videos and teasers. She couldn’t stop looking, her own body becoming aroused as she went through pictures of women sucking men’s cocks and women spreading their legs as men slipped inside of them. She didn’t dare turn on one of the videos, scared of coming right on Carl’s couch, but looked through t