Contos Eroticos Com Fotos นิยาย & เรื่องราว

At ten thirty my phone vibrated. Unknown number. I opened the message. The first photo stole my breath. Me on the terrace. Silver dress bunched at my hips. Valerios body pinning mine. His hand clearly between my thighs. My face twisted in pleasure. Grainy, distant, but unmistakable. Second message. Tell him to come alone next time. Or these go to every contact in both your phones. Third message. Another photo. Our bedroom. New Years Eve. Candles flickering. Me astride him, back arched, breasts bare, head thrown back. His hands gripping my hips. My face perfectly clear in the light.

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”

Risky heat. Day blurred normal—yard work for him, girls studying in their room. But texts flew: Sophia: "Miss your cock inside me." Isabella: "Breed us again soon." He edged in the bathroom, stroking to their pics they'd snuck—pussies spread, cum leaking from yesterday. Pre-cum dripped, but denied. Lunch was sandwiches, Elena watching close. "You girls glowing. What'd you do?" Isabella shrugged. "Just relaxed." Suspicion brewed.

Ellie was trapped in her erotic dream, and in it, the love of her life was stroking inside her while kissing her shoulders and neck. It sent tingles down to her toes and clit. In the dream, his manhood was thick and hard, filling her to the brim; her pussy was wet and hot, stuffy like the South American jungles; her breathing was quick and shallow in her dream. Oh, what a lovely dream... or was it?

My pussy was already coated with Jonathan’s saliva so he slipped in easily. He thrusted into me repeatedly, grunting at almost every stroke. My legs hiked up high toward my chest until my knees were practically touching my ears. Jonathan, meanwhile, grabbed Claire and flipped her into all fours, her chest resting on the sofa armrest while her hips were thrust high into the air. Chris increased his thrust, hitting my g-spot and I felt my insides start to tighten. “I’m gonna fuc..king cum.” I said breathless "Hold it," Chris whispered to me, his hand coming down and delivering a sharp slap on my pussy that left a stinging red mark. "Don't you dare come until I tell you."

"I'm going to look at them when you're not here. I'm going to stroke my cock to the sight of your pretty pussy stretched around me." "Then take more," I gasped, my nails digging into the edge of the desk. "Take as many as you want." He did. He captured me from every angle… my tits bouncing with each thrust, my face contorted in pleasure, my lips on his. He captured the moment I came, my walls clenching tight, and the moment he followed, his cum spilling out of me, dripping onto the desk. When it was over, we were both breathless, covered in sweat, surrounded by scattered photos. He gathered them carefully, stacking them in a neat pile, and tucked them into a locked drawer in his desk.

A mind-shattering orgasm claimed Jace as thick white ropes of cum shot out rope after rope, coating his belly until his balls were emptied. Just then, Toussaint climaxed too but into the condom he’d somehow managed to fit on his gigantic cock. Toussaint lowered himself and licked the cum off Jace’s belly, and then kissed him again. They both maintained that position for a while, his cock softening in Jace until he rolled off him. He pulled Jace into his arms, gently kissing his nape and skin.

As if his presence isn't enough, now I am even more turned on. I squeeze my thighs together, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "I'm sorry sir." "Sorry?" He slowly makes his way towards me, his eyes still fixed on me and making all my senses flare. I can smell his cologne, a thick mix of chocolate, spirit and cashmere. He stops right in front of me, his form completely enveloping mine. "Do you think sorry will take away the images you've planted in my head? Images of your tight, little cunt?"

I flip the page and it's him again, this time with drops of water all over his body and his hands are over his head, showcasing the abs I saw through his wet clothes yesterday. Fondling my boobs, I swallow the saliva that pools in my mouth. The picture on the left side makes my breath catch in my throat. A woman is sitting on Felix like he's a chair and her mouth is hanging open with pleasure with his hand on her left tit. Behind her, his facial expression is twisted but it only makes him look sexier. 'Making the most of the forbidden part 2: breeding kink' “holy…” I gasp when I realize that he is having penetrative sex with her on camera. My stepbrother is…

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.