Credence Couch Scene Novels & Stories

She took the DVD out of the player and turned off the television. “You only say that because you know I’m the only man who’s going to be fucking you in the middle of the night. If it was some other guy in our bed, and you were sleepy enough, you wouldn’t be able to tell him from me.” “Oh, I could tell,” Leigh said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Trust me.” “My cock is pretty amazing,” Bryce said with a humble sigh. “I guess you’re right.” “I think it could work,” Ethan said, coming back to the sitting area holding a glass of wine. “You’d have to even the playing field though. No talking. Total darkness. Cock in pussy alone.”

“The source. And I love you and will continue to do so till my last breath.” Azrion teared up. “Hey! Just thinking about it hurts. Never speak of your death in front of me.” “Aww, my baby,” Vance cooed and took the time to calm his mate with a searing hot kiss that attracted boos and gagging sounds. Cayden flopped dramatically onto a couch, making Max go ‘Oomph! Asshole, watch your weight and where you sit’. Cayden pressed his ass further in Max’s face and nonchalantly addressed the room, “Can we acknowledge that this is the first time we’re all in one room and no one is actively bleeding?”

I don’t know what to say to that, but when he begins to kiss me again, I let him, and after a few minutes, we are tugging one another’s clothing off. We don’t even move to the bed. No one has told me about the wonders of couch sex, but I am about to find out whether or not it is as good as chair sex. Eli removes the back cushion from the couch so we have more room and lays me down, a throw pillow beneath my head. He places one of my legs on top of the back of the couch and leans down to kiss my mound before he raises his head and finds my mouth again. Then, he pushes inside of me, and I dig my fingernails into his muscular back.

he asked, his gaze searching hers. The woman nodded toward a worn couch against the wall, directly facing the silent TV. "Take out the seats," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "It's inside, stashed in a corner." Silently, Lucas approached the couch, each step measured, his heart pounding in anticipation. He removed the cushions, revealing a hidden compartment. His fingers brushed against a dusty paper bag, and he pulled it out gently, setting it on the coffee table before carefully emptying its contents.

"Then let's give your husband a real show." ******* They moved her to the outdoor couch....the same one where Dante had first claimed her. But this time, there were two of them, and they worked with the coordination of men who'd clearly shared women before. Dante laid back on the couch, and Jessica straddled him, sinking down onto his fifteen-inch cock with a gasp of pleasure-pain that never got easier no matter how wet she was. "Fuck," she sobbed as he filled her completely. "So big...."

The sudden emptiness made me whine loud, my hole clenching around nothing and sending that deep needy ache through my guts again. They didn’t let me recover. Marcus and Liam grabbed my arms roughly, their grips strong and sweaty, and dragged me across the office toward the big leather couch, my legs so shaky I could barely walk, cum and spit still smeared all over my chest and stomach, my own load drying on my skin. “Time to ride these cocks properly, you greedy little slut,” Liam growled, shoving me down onto the couch cushions. “We’re not done stretching that hole yet.” Dr. Hale sat back on the couch first, his thick cock standing straight up, hard and angry, still slick and shiny from my

Mom usually did nap after a swim and some sun, but would shower first and go into her bedroom. Even as he thought about how odd this was, his eyes drifted back to her breasts, watching them rise and fall with her slow steady breathing. Despite the voice of reason telling him not to, he let his gaze wander lower, past her pierced naval and to the lower part of the bikini. The bottom was tight as it was and with her slumping down on the couch had bunched up. Craig's pulse quickened and to his chagrin his cock twitched when he realized he could see the outline of her pussy in the blue material.

(Marcus’s POV) We were in the living room again. The same damn couch where it had all started weeks ago, now our favorite spot for these risky midday fucks whenever Bianca was supposed to be at work. Beverley was bent over the armrest, her tight little shorts pulled down around her ankles, her perfect ass presented to me like an offering. My cock was buried deep inside her, stretching her slick pussy as I fucked her hard from behind. Each powerful thrust made her ass jiggle deliciously, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the empty house.

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

My thumbs caressed her ribs, slowly moving up to the outline of her breasts, which were round and firm, feeling her shiver at the contact. And I asked, with a tone of hope in my voice I could barely disguise. "What are we now, then?" She opened her mouth to answer, but before the words could come out, the door to the room opened, and Max walked in, as carefree as ever. The scene he found was, to say the least, unexpected—the two of us, completely naked, on his couch. The shock was mutual. Lindsay and I quickly covered ourselves, while Max, with an expression between horror and amusement, began to back away, cursing. "Damn, guys, seriously? On my couch? For God's sake, get a room!"