Cerita Silat Erotis Novels & Stories

One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversensitive clit. “Come again,” he growled. “I want to feel you milk me.” She did—sobbing into the sheets, squirting hard around him. Only then did he let go—pulling out to paint hot stripes across her ass and back while Jade watched with hooded eyes, fingers lazily circling her own clit. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick and breathless. After a moment, Jade kissed Lila softly, tasting herself on her lips.

Slap. "Is that it? Is that how he’d do it?" Silas hissed into my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. "Close your eyes, Lila! Picture his tattoos! Picture those cold eyes turning dark with lust while he ruins you! Mmm-gh! You’re so tight... so fucking wet for him!"

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

Just one last crazy night before he becomes married. “Fuck!” He groaned as she guided his hand to her dripping pussy. He rubbed her clit lightly before plunging in two fingers and pumping her. “ my fuuuuck.” Her thighs shook as Silas fastened his pace with his fingers, angling them a little so he could hit her spot as she came. “Again.” He groaned as his fingers continued to torture her. He took a taut nipple into his mouth and bit hard on it. This time she came so fast, her whole body writhing and glistening with sweat as she moaned loudly with her eyes rolled back.

Maria's head was thrown back, her mouth open in a gasp as Elena's thumb circled her swollen clit. Beside them, Sister Theresa and Sister Lucia were locked in their own heated embrace. Theresa, with her pale skin and pert ass, straddled Lucia's face, grinding her dripping folds against the other woman's eager tongue. Lucia lapped hungrily, her hands gripping Theresa's thighs, pulling her down harder. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, moans and slurps filling the sacred space. They hadn't noticed me yet, lost in their forbidden pleasures—fingering, licking, touching in ways that mocked their holy oaths.

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

He wasn’t just sculpting her body; he was commanding her surrender, shaping her desire stroke by stroke. The sharp scent of paint and the warmth of his touch filled the room, a chaotic blend of artistry and lust. She gripped his hand, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and arousal. "Wait," she moaned, "You aren't naked,". To that, he smiled, "Relax. I want to make you cum first." Her breath caught, her pulse drumming in her ears, as his paint-slicked fingers trailed down, slipping between her thighs with a confidence that left her trembling. “Yes,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, her lips brushing the curve of his neck.

“I’m your fat-titted pain slut. My cunt and ass belong to you. I’m not a lawyer anymore… I’m just your slave.” The words poured out of me between sobs. All the shame, all the arousal, all the years of secret submissive desires finally came rushing out. Ciara made me repeat it while she fucked me with the dildos again. I came harder than I ever had in my life, screaming my submission while my body convulsed. When it was over I lay on the floor in a puddle of my own juices, covered in welts and tears, completely spent. Ciara stroked my hair almost gently.

Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in on