Contos Eroticos Com Fotos นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It’s been three days since I started talking to Jason on my socials, he asks questions trying to know more about me. Asking about my family, where I am from, where I’m based. Coincidentally, we stay in the same city, just few miles away from each other. He spams me with his pictures, always shirtless, and he has nice worked out abs and chest. He also has a cute face, and a nice voice. We make midnight calls, talking for hours, mostly dirty talks. Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos.

I could drive and I wasn't about to lay in my bed overnight, horny and uncomfortable. At least, I had fucking managed for one whole week now, relying on erotic books and my fingers. But it was never enough. It never did the job completely. I leaned back against the bed, angling my phone to take a photo of me in my undies before I sent it to him. “I'm coming over. You can't say no to this, can you?” Followed by a sultry emoji. As soon as I hit send, I grabbed my clothes off the floor where I had discarded it and I threw it on, my heart racing as I grabbed my keys from the table and dashed out of the room.

Without really meaning to, he ended up clicking over to one of his favorite p**n sites, an open forum where amateur nude photos of women were the bread and butter. He clicked on a promising looking link, and gawked at the screen as he clicked through a photoset of an insanely attractive woman around hismom’s age. She slowly stripped her clothes off, photo by photo, giving him a slow, still striptease, and exciting Billy’s cock into a state of rock hardness. “Have you had any luck?” “The door swung open, and his mom stepped in through it. Billy only just barely had enough time to click to a different tab.

Sheri said, shaking her head as she stood up and Charles typed, zooming the photos out. "No! No! Oh, God, no!" Sheri gasped when she saw that one of the photos was a close-up of an ass with a black cock sticking out of it, beneath which was a pussy whose long inner lips were hanging down and gaping apart, beads of moisture glistening from the dark-tinged edges.

“That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pretty cries. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She moaned, pushing forward against his hand. “Dirty little girl.” He pinched her clit, loving the sound that escaped her mouth after. “On your hands and knees, Printsessa. You sound like you’re aching for more.” Charlotte immediately got on her hands and knees, imitating her current position on the screen. Maksim knelt behind her on the floor, lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed into her in a slow torturous movement. Charlotte wiggled her ass back, wanting more.

Victor pounding deep and hard, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass. Jade grinding down on Lila’s mouth, fingers pinching her own nipples, moaning loud and shameless. The mirrors reflected everything—Lila bound and writhing, Victor’s muscles flexing with every thrust, Jade riding her face with abandon. Lila came first—muffled screams against Jade’s pussy, body arching off the bed as she clenched around Victor’s cock. Jade followed seconds later, flooding Lila’s mouth with her release, thighs trembling. Victor pulled out, flipped Lila onto her stomach, and entered her again from behind—deeper this angle, brutal. One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversen

Nothing prepared me for the sight in front of me, he didn't even bother to close the door. Clutching my book to my chest, I watched as my handsome tutor lounged on a sofa, cock visible to my eyes. I was right, his cock was long but not too fat. A bottle of oil sat next to him ontop of the table and lastly, a laptop screen that showed a woman sprawled on a kitchen counter, her partner was behind her, his large thick cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy as a torrent of raw sounds poured out of their mouths.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

“But I think we need to slow down a little and try something new together. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” She reached for the remote and turned on the large TV in their bedroom. She opened a hidden folder and selected a video. The screen lit up with two gorgeous women locked in an intense scissoring position — their pussies pressed tightly together, sliding and grinding in slow, wet circles. Their moans were loud, breathy, and real. One woman was on top, rolling her hips in perfect figure-eights while the other arched her back and gripped her thighs, their swollen clits rubbing visibly with every slippery movement.