Contos Eroticos Para Mulheres Novels & Stories

Her scream is hot against his palm, a vibrating roar that speaks of utter surrender, of profound, unbidden pleasure. That’s the truth: she wants it. The undeniable proof of her body, the raw, visceral response, screams it louder than any denial from her lips. Her hips grinding against him, the wetness between her legs, the shattering climax—it all speaks a truth that cannot be denied. Her eyes say no, wide and filled with tears of humiliation and rage, a desperate plea for escape. But her cunt says yes, throbbing and sensitive, a testament to her undeniable arousal.

I was buried to the hollowness, her walls clamping down on me, creating a suction that was almost painful in its intensity. The restroom was a whirlwind of heat and scent. I watched Sarah, her legs hooked over my arms as I pumped in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes. Every time I pulled back, her inner walls clenched greedily around me, desperate to keep me inside. The sight of her flushed skin, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, was intoxicating. I leaned down to capture her mouth, swallowing her moans, ensuring no sound escaped her lips.

she whispered, her touch bold yet gentle. I gasped, the vibration jolting through me, my legs trembling as the sensation ignited a fire deep within. “Silence is key,” the purple-masked woman teased, her fingers joining the toy, slipping under my panties to rub my clit, stretching me with two digits. The risk of discovery amid the masked crowd fueled my arousal, and I bit my lip, stifling a moan as the red-masked woman knelt, tugging my panties down, her tongue licking my folds with a deliberate hunger, sucking my clit with a skill that made my knees buckle. The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool ai

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. I heard Max pop open a can in the kitchen and knew I only had a minute or two to figure out what I wanted to do. On the screen the woman was now teasing, sitting back and stroking his glistening cock, jerking him and asking him what he wanted. He moaned and pumped his hips, begging her for more, but she giggled and kept stroking him while waggling her tongue over the tip of his cock. Inspiration hit me and at the sound of footsteps in the kitchen, I closed the lap top and took it off the table along with his note book and went into

She picked up the vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it directly against my clit without mercy. Monica straddled my face once more, lowering her pussy to my mouth. "Make me come," she ordered. I licked and sucked desperately, my own pleasure building under the relentless vibrator. Tasha pushed three fingers back inside me, fucking hard and fast. The plug twisted with every thrust. My moans vibrated against Monica's clit.

Among the papers on the floor was a black leather notebook. I picked it up, with the intention of putting it back but a page fell open. I looked at it and immediately, my breath caught. It was a list. It had names, dates, instructions and photos. Photos of women… beautiful submissive women, tied with ropes, gagged, eyes filled with lust and fear. I wanted to drop it back immediately, but curiosity had the better side of me, so I told myself just one more page then I'll drop it back. And then I flipped over to the next page.

She latches onto one nipple, sucking hard while Rosa finally puts her mouth on my clit. The sensation is too much. Four women touching me at once. Bullying me. Using me. My second orgasm builds ridiculously fast. Elena fucks me harder with her fingers, wet sounds barely covered by the movie. Rosa sucks my clit in rhythm, Lucia and Maria playing with my tits, pinching and slapping them lightly. “Come on, slut,” Elena growls in my ear. “Come all over Sister Rosa’s face while the movie plays. Show us how badly you need this.”

The shame hit right after orgasm but the money in my account overshadowed any guilt I felt at that moment. I streamed three more times that week. Each one grew and by the fourth night, I had low lights and my favorite toy slick with lube on the nightstand and Regular47 was there every time, tipping bigger and typing what I craved to hear. “Spread wider for me, Velvet. Let me see that pretty cunt drip.” And I obeyed, knees falling onto the sheets and the camera angled so they could watch my finger glide through my folds. I was soaked, and the wet sounds filled the quiet room. My clit throbbed under my thumb while I pushed two fingers inside curling them to my satisfaction.

[Erros] “Can you guys shut up? I'm really bothered.] Erros did his job faster, so these people wouldn't mess up his room. He sent a message to his sister, seen first. 'I'll be home late tonight. Don't wait for me and sleep well!' After sending the message, Erros took his friend away. They usually go to one of Liam's Club. Because the Club has become a place for them to gather. Liam has also prepared a special room for them. Even when entering the room, there were already several sexy women waiting for them. Seeing the handsome men, the women happily surrendered themselves. In fact, they are willing not to be paid tonight. But Erros and Max immediately rebuffed the woman who approached them.

My walls pulsed and squeezed him tight as waves of pleasure crashed through me. “Look at that,” Matthew laughed darkly, still thrusting through my orgasm. “You love it, don’t you? Cheating on your husband with this big black cock and cumming like a slut.” He pinched my nipples hard, twisting them between his fingers while he kept pounding me. The sharp pain sent fresh sparks straight to my clit. He leaned down and spit right on my pussy, making everything even wetter and messier. Then his rough thumb found my swollen clit and started rubbing it in fast, dirty circles.