Cerita Nafsu Dewasa Novels & Stories

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.

Then she was gone, waving from the taxi window as it pulled away. The house felt empty the second the door closed. I stood in the living room for a minute, the silence pressing in. My dick was already half-hard just from the thought of having the place to myself for two whole weeks. I headed upstairs to my room, locked the door out of habit, and opened my laptop. I needed release badly. I pulled up my favorite p**n site and searched for something specific—mature women, thick bodies, the kind that reminded me of Gwen. I clicked on a video of a busty brunette in her late forties fucking her young neighbor.

She used another finger to circle around her clit the way she had when she was lying on the bed. “If you start now, Juliette,” he warned. But, she continued. Her nipples were dark buds against the cream colored lace and with a light tug he released them to the air. “The breeze feels good,” she sighed, leaning against the building, touching herself, as her breasts tightened in response to the spring air. “I’ve been wet all day,” She said her eyes hooded and full of honest desire. “I’ve been vibrating, pulsing for more. I tried earlier to satisfy myself, but I can’t,” she complained, and stuck a finger inside herself.

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

"I'd suck on these pierced nipples while you ride me, looking full and pregnant. My son's wife, carrying his own sibling in her womb. Doesn't that turn you on, you dirty little slut?" "Yes, oh God, yes," I whimpered, my voice breaking into fragments. His fingers sped up again, curling deeper and hitting my G-spot. The breeding talk sent fresh shivers through my nervous system, feeling taboo and filthy. It made me drip even more liquid down his hand. I was grinding against him shamelessly now, my ass pressing into his crotch with each roll of my hips. I could feel his grunts of effort vibrating against my spine. "Daddy, I'm so close... Please just let me cum."

Three years have long gone via on the grounds that that, and nothing has took place in my intercourse existence. My pussy is ravenous for a cock, and that i’m yearning for a actual man who could make up for the years I’ve spent dry. I’ve been studying erotica and every intercourse scene that I read is so interesting, so hot that I come to be finger-fucking my pussy till i've an orgasm, after which, I start feeling so lonely. I want sex, I want so much greater than just sex, I’m yearning for it and i dream approximately the day I finally get a man between my legs and take me to the pleasure realm in a unmarried thrust.

“I think about your pussy and this cock all day. I can’t focus in class I touch myself in the bathroom thinking about you using me.” She growled and flipped me onto my hands and knees, slamming back inside from behind. The new angle hit even deeper, battering my cervix. One hand reached around to rub my swollen clit furiously while the other gripped my hip, yanking me back onto every thrust. I was drooling onto the sheets, ass up like a bitch in heat. “Cum on it, Kiara. Make a mess on your stepmom’s fat cock baby.”

=Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, including graphic depictions of nudity and sex. It is intended for mature audiences (18+). If you're uncomfortable with this type of content, feel free to skip — it won't affect your understanding of the main story.= "ohhh, ahhh....no, stop it Nate" She moaned. "You talk big for someone who moans that loud" Nathan chuckled, "Say how bad you want my cock. Say it" The dirty words stimulated her eyes to turn red. "No... I'm not..."

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.