Contos Eroticos Com Fotos Novels & Stories

they were so many that she lost count. When she spotted a pick colored rabbit-shaped dildo, she shut her eyes and turned her head away, embarrassed. Everything inside the room screamed of sin. Pure, erotic sin which set off a throbbing feeling between her thighs. Even the pictures on the wall did little to alleviate the erotic tension in the room. Half dressed couples positioned in different sex poses, with a bountiful show of breasts and buttocks. She felt her head spinning, her thoughts swimming, and the room seemed to tilt on its axis.

The way she was acting made me wonder if she was playing with herself while we texted. She sent back a text, but it wasn’t words. Instead it was a picture. It was one of her laying on her bed naked, legs spread open, showing me what her small pussy looked like. I stared at the photo as my cock stood through my sweatpants. Fuck. She knew what she did to me. "I wish you could be here and fuck me," she said. She started sending me other texts. "I wish you were fucking me right now, making me scream your name."

One hand squeezed her full tits while the other slid between her thighs, rubbing slow circles over her already swollen clit. She flipped to her favorite page — a busty girl getting railed hard from behind, face pressed into the sheets, ass up high while the guy pounded her deep. Sophia moaned loudly as she slipped two fingers inside her dripping pussy, pumping them in and out while imagining the rough, filthy fucking in the photos. She was so lost in it, moaning and grinding against her hand, that she didn’t hear the knock at the front door. Or the second one. Or the fact that the door was unlocked.

Since when did he have the nerve to do that? Her lips parted slightly as she thought deeply, unsure how to reply. Then the last message caught her attention, making her bite down hard on her bottom lip. She reluctantly tapped it to see it was a video. The sounds that instantly flooded the entire restroom made her flinch. Moans, groans, and shivers of ecstasy filled the air as she realized it was a video of her and Adrian entangled at some point in time—a moment she couldn't quite place. They were both groaning, their naked bodies shimmering in the darkness as he slammed into her. It looked like the direct transcription of a pornographic video. Anyone who saw this would be completely overwhel

The first results were articles with bold headlines: "Damien Cross: The Painter of Desire" "Eroticism in Strokes and Shadows" "The Man Who Turns Skin into Stories" She clicked one. A grainy photograph of a tall man in a black shirt appeared, his face half-turned away from the camera. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that seemed to be staring at something far beyond the frame. He looked… untouchable. Like he belonged to another world. Then she saw his paintings. Her breath caught.

All I cared about was the way he was stretching me, claiming me, ruining me for anyone else. When I came, it was with his name on my lips, my pussy clenching tight around him. He followed right after, groaning as he emptied himself deep inside me again. “Stay just like that,” he ordered after pulling out. He reached for his phone on the nightstand and took a quick photo of his cum leaking from my used pussy. “For my private collection.” I should have protested. Instead, the thought of him looking at it later made me clench again.

He ate my pussy so desperately and with the camera in view I came on his face, forcing his head to my crotch to drink every drop of cum. He obliged, drinking all of it. Then I got up and pushed him onto the back seat of the Jeep, sliding off the cock ring. The fishnets and blue lingerie hugged my body as I climbed over him, and impaled my swollen cunt onto his thick ten-inch cock in one brutal motion. I bounced on him like crazy, building a fast rhythm with my hips. My ass slapped against his thighs as I moved and my breasts jiggled inside the sheer lace. Digging my nails in his chest, I increased my pace, bouncing even more till my breasts spilled out of the lingerie. His groans sounded lik

I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding. I looked at the rows of small pictures of the videos and spotting a red head on her knees for her 'student' I clicked it. The video was only a clip and started out in the middle of the action with the teacher already kneeling and sucking on her pupil's huge cock. "Damn." I sighed as I watched her slowly suck while staring up at him. I licked my lips and thought about being in her position very shortly, but then again I wanted to go slow and ease him into it and I was getting paid per lesson.

“Does Lena even know how to handle that thing? Or does she just cry when you try to put it in?” “Joan.” His voice was warning now, but he hadn’t hung up. She could hear him breathing. She rolled onto her back, thighs pressing together. The ache between her legs was getting annoying. She’d been single for four months now and her last hookup was a disappointment with an average dick and zero rhythm. And now her own blood brother had accidentally sent her the most pornographic picture she’d ever received in her life. She typed another message while still on the call. **Joan:** the head is so fat. is that precum I see on the tip?

I said slowly, vibrating to my core as his hands slid toward my clit while his fingers started fucking my entrance so well. “You’re fucking wet,” he added, kissing my abdomen slightly. He didn't stop; he kept finger-fucking my pussy while rubbing my clit hard. I couldn't control my moans. They got super loud, really loud, while my eyes kept rolling back. “Oh my God, you’re fucking sweet.” His smile got wider the more he rubbed my clit, and I couldn't control the tears that started to fall from my eyes. I started to mumble, “Hmm... uhm... fuck... Adrian.”