Contos Eroticos Para Mulheres Novels & Stories

She obviously worked-out regularly, being muscular but still feminine. Dorian watched on as the monster’s long fingers reached between the woman’s parted thighs and began to caress her nook, causing her pussy to juice-up. She must have been enjoying it, caught up in the moment, as her pussy-juice seemed to be implying that it wanted this to happen.

And slammed inside her pussy from behind while Stefan moved up, kissing her neck, jerking himself off as he whispered, “He doesn’t make you come like I do.” Her response was a breathless cry, lost between them. They moved her like a doll—lifting her, folding her, splitting her open between them. When Matthew fucked her from behind, Stefan got under her and slid into her mouth. Elena was wrecked. Eyes blurred. Legs trembling. Drool on her chin. Her voice broke into fragments of “Please” and “Fuck” and “Too much”. She came again—violently. And still they didn’t stop. ---

All for him to see. Clara felt bad that her body was reacting. But she felt wet down there. A bad wetness she couldn't stop. Her pussy was right there for him, and his big cock stuck out. It made her feel hot and bad. A fire started inside her. Thick, sweet wetness dripped between her legs. Nick smiled. He watched it shine. He wanted to touch her soft pussy-lips.

but instead she rubbed her gigantic tits on his face, and stroked his cock at the same time. She created perfect sensual friction that caused Light to close his eyes, stand still, and let himself be pleasantly tortured. Lexi inhaled as much sexual energy as she could from Light from this action. Many centuries of practice had enlightened her on the fact that this was the quickest method to make a straight man cum. The sexual energy emanated from humans produces testosterone in Sex Demons. That was why Lexi and her husbands preferred to consume the sexual energies of attractive and freaky humans only. Where can you find those? Of course, on the dark web.

The kind of app people used when they didn't want messages traced. Unknown sender. This message will disappear after viewing. I shouldn't have opened it. But my fingers moved on their own. "Fuck yes—ride my cock just like that—" A woman's pornographic moan. The wet, obscene slap of flesh pounding against flesh. "God, your pussy is so fucking tight—so much better than that frigid bitch would ever be—" "She's probably never even touched herself—that repressed little virgin—I bet her cunt is dry as a desert—" "Forget her—fuck—I'm gonna cum so deep inside you—"

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.

The woman on the stage moved with effortless grace, every swing of her hip and every movement of her waist causing a stir. She grabbed the pole with her eyes latched onto the crowd of lustful men, her tongue gliding across her cherry red lips on purpose. When she leaped onto the pole, curling her legs around it, with her bare breasts exposed and nipples erect, the crowd cheered, most of them shifting their hands to the growth in their pants. Her breasts were huge, so big that dragging them around had become a problem. A man needed his two hands to cup them, they were her money makers, them and her pretty, pink pussy that she only allowed special guests to see.

The three men sat around her, looking at the masterpiece they had shared. She was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, a perfect mix of soft curves and raw, wild energy. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips, knowing that this was a night that would haunt their dreams for a long time. The memory of the weight of her breasts, the tightness of her pussy, and the sound of her loud, messy moans would stay with them forever.

I could only sob and nod, too overwhelmed to speak. The catsuit woman produced a small bullet vibrator. She pressed it directly against my clit while the red bra woman continued devouring my holes. My eyes rolled to the back of my head I was right there right on the edge when Lila’s voice echoed “Do not cum slut. If you come without permission I’ll let every woman in this club line up and whip your cunt raw.” I cried in frustration as the vibrator was pulled away at the last second, leaving my pussy empty The strap-on woman rubbed the fat head of her dildo up and down my slit, teasing my entrance but never pushing inside.

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.