Romans & histoires Contos Eroticos Com Fotos

I looked at them one by one. At first, they were just pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend, but when I got to around half of it, I held my breath at what I saw. There were pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend posing naked, and near the end there were even pictures of them kissing, on top of each other, and other similar poses that were R-18 and erotic-looking. “What’s… that?!” Irina pointed to the lady’s chest.

she caught her bottom lip between her teeth and dragged it out as she grinned. It was an A4 color photo of Rhett sprawled out on the bed, his eyes hot and his smile sultry as he cupped his c-ck. The next few pages held smaller photos of him, bound in leather cuffs, gagged, tied to the cross, and one of him taken at the point of orgasm by the expression on his face, his head thrown back, and his eyes closed.

The dim lighting only accentuated how suggestive the scene looked… Regardless, the gif consisted of nine, square grid photos, and every shot seemed to portray great romance and intimacy between the two…

Loren changed her pink dress into a mini, comfortable casual gown while Caleb's shirts were off, he put on only his jogger pants. Caleb laid on his back, on the bed, cupping Loren with the crook of his elbow while she showed him the most recent nude photos she took before leaving America. The photos were mind blowing, as usual. When they were countries apart, Loren never failed to send Caleb her nudes at least, thrice weekly. But now they were together and Caleb's heart raced with the anticipation of seeing the nudes in real life. "You're hot as always, Loren." Caleb turned his face to Loren. They laid side-by-side, facing each other. Loren put her phone away, her gaze intent in his eyes.

Their striking features became clearer and the shadows receded with each step they took on the stone stairs. Finally, they conceded that they were at the right destination. These hot, extraordinary men and their ravishing lady, Lexi, were the ones whose erotic images and videos had taunted them all. In the agreement they signed, it was stated that they would be having a 24-hour fuck-a-thon CNC sex with them, and they were so excited to begin. Jaxon and Zane Blackwood weren’t completely naked; they wore gray pants and stylish sneakers. “Damn, they’re seriously so freaking hot,” Mike gasped, his heart racing as a wave of excitement washed over him.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

The whole ruse seemed so embarrassing now. Hunter paused. “I used to catch Ben late at night on his laptop, jerking off. I thought it was just porn—but it was a picture of you. In the park.” Oh, god. That picture where I was topless and pulling my underwear down, back when we were in our public- sex phase. So Ben still looked at it, still got off to it. I swallowed, remembering how far apart my legs were spread. “You—saw that picture?” I managed.

I dashed up the stairs, trying to hide the already visible bulge that was peeking outside. Upstairs in the bathroom, I stripped down fast, my cock springing free. Eight and half inches of thick, veined meat, already dripping. I turned on the water, but my eyes landed on the pics on the counter at the other side of the room: an old family photo we’d taken at the beach, last summer. They wore a bikini, sweat glistening on their chest. They were fucking gorgeous, still are. I couldn’t help it. My hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking slow at first, imagining those tits in my face, their moans in my ear.