Clit Novels & Stories

She reads the text message, frowns: - We need to change the number ... Got it, idiots ... Familiar club darkness, torn apart by pulsating light flashes. Good old trance sounds. Dancing, drunken human sea. Just played Kitsune's favorite song - Illusion*. She even has tears in her eyes. Great song, Tom agrees... trying to change a loved one is the greatest mistake and delusion. Kit is good precisely because she is a Kit and no one else. And she's hotter and sexier than all the girls in this club put together. He likes to watch her dance. She laughs and says she moves like an elephant in a china shop. Asking for compliments...

“Are you Clay, Brave’s son? Do you know how to answer the phone? very good. You gave the phone to your father, I had something urgent to discuss with your dad. Please help me.” Just received a good compliment. A little boy- Clay forgot everything Brave said to him before. Clay put the phone in front of Brave's face, "Dad, there's a cute grandma to meet you." Despite Brave's deliberate signals, one hand waved wildly, meaning "refuse," and the other pointed to his head, "Remember what papa told you." Clay still doesn't understand Brave's heart. Stuff the phone into Brave’s hand. He got the phone like the hot sweet potato in his hand. Before saying hello to his boss’s mother. Brave acted like h

Third Person's POV Cliff clutched at the last straw, his pheromones surging with agitation, his pupils quivering with urgency. "I know you dislike her. I've stopped sponsoring her and deleted all her contacts. Vanya, I'm sincere..." "Let go!" Vanya shrugged off his hand, her movements sending a sharp gust of air his way. "You've already slept with Melinda. Isn't this too late?" "What..." Cliff froze, his cedar pheromones solidifying, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints, wolf hairs on his ears bristling as if all his strength was sapped.

He continued his torment, alternating between my breasts. His finger slipped under the thin fabric of my underwear, curling around it and pulling it upward, exerting pressure on my clit. I took a sharp intake of air, my eyes fluttering shut even though they were covered. His lips released my left nipple and left a trail of kisses down my stomach, stopping just above the hemline of my underwear.

Maite’s fingers flew across her keyboard, each click of the mouse a tiny hammer blow against the wall of secrecy surrounding the Clintons. She devoured every article, every blog post, every snippet of information she could find online about Hilaire Clinton. Her search history became a testament to her growing obsession: "Hilaire Clinton contact information," "Hilaire Clinton public appearances," even "Hilaire Clinton favorite charities" – she was desperate for any avenue that would lead her to him.

He gave her swollen clit a light slap, making Cleia cry out sharply. “Not yet, slut. You only cum when I tell you to.”

He moans as he tastes me, and his hot breath on my sensitive skin makes my eyes roll back in their sockets. " That feels good, doesn't it kitten?" Lance asks and I nod, followed by a moan. I don't even know when my panties left my body as Cliff gives my clit a lick. I throw my head back in pleasure,my hands and legs trembling from the afterwaves of the painfully delicious pleasure Cliff is giving me.

Dario Knelt down, facing the perfectly shaved cunt, the delicious smell attacked his nose and he wasted no time taking the clit into his mouth, devouring her like his life depended on it. She moaned shamelessly, pleasure coursed through her as she felt she was already on her way to heaven, she threw her head back, her fingers in his hand. She was about to have her first orgasm, he knew and pulled away. “Pl-ea-se Dario.” Ava cried out shamelessly begging him to continue. He smiled mischievously as he had gotten her where he wanted. “Relax Angel, you will get what you want.”

“Sit back.” I unbuttoned my shirt while I watched him. I climbed onto the desk, heels on his thighs, and spread my legs. I tapped the inside of my thigh. He leaned in. I pulled my panties to the side. His tongue was warm. I held the edge of the desk and pushed against his mouth. He licked me open, then sucked my clit. I came hard, thighs shaking around his head, one hand in his hair.

" The warning comes from Mark. I shake my head, helpless as Greg continues to suck and lick my clit. If he doesn't stop... Incredibly, mercifully, he does. He releases me and smiles up from his vantage point. "Looks just perfect now." Greg slides the clit clip over my engorged nub as Mark holds me open to receive it. He tightens the two arms by adjusting the position of a small bead. "Tell me when it starts to hurt. Not before. We don't want this falling off, do we?"