Curvy Desire Novels & Stories

“Please… I am your curvy contract cumslut… I will do anything you want… use every hole… please let me cum for you.” Damien watched me struggle with a dark satisfied look in his eyes. He kept one hand firm on the back of my head holding me in place while his thumb played with the remote making the vibrations jump from low to high without warning. Each change sent fresh shocks through my body that made my hips twitch helplessly and more slickness leak down my thighs onto the floor.

Elena pulled me back up into a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues danced together, wet and eager. I loved how she tasted...sweet and a little desperate for more...Her hands roamed over my breasts, squeezing them while I did the same to hers. We were both breathing hard, moaning softly into each other’s mouths. She broke the kiss just enough to whisper against my lips, “I want to feel you… all of you.” Elena gently pushed me onto my back and positioned herself between my legs. She lifted one of my legs and hooked it over her hip, then pressed her wet pussy against mine. The moment our slick, heated pussy folds touched, I gasped loudly.

"And so hungry. I can taste it on you. You've been starving for this, haven't you?" I couldn't answer. I could only move my hips against his, a silent plea that he understood perfectly. He chuckled—a dark, low sound—and moved his hand down, his fingers finding the center of my heat. I cried out, my head slamming back against the floor as he found exactly what he was looking for. He wasn't teasing. He was demanding.

I wanted it badly…no, needed it badly. Want is a HUGE understatement. Daniel pulled his fingers out, unzipped his pants, and took out his pretty long,tick,edible cock. It was long, veiny, and rock hard. He rubbed the fat head up and down my slippery slit, teasing my clit until I was whimpering. “Please…” I begged quietly. He gripped my hips and pushed inside me slowly. Inch by thick inch. My mouth fell open as he stretched me open. The burn felt so good. It was that feeling of pleasurable pain.

The curvy one knelt behind, spreading my ass, her tongue diving into my hole, rimming me with slow, deliberate strokes. “Oh god, yes!” I gasped, rocking against the auburn one, our pussies sliding together, juices mixing. The curvy one added a finger, then two, stretching my ass, while her other hand reached around, rubbing my clit. The dual sensation drove me wild, and I came, squirting between us, soaking the rug.

Camila smiled, a slow, satisfied smile, her body still trembling with the aftermath of her pleasure. She knew she had given him a ride to remember, a performance that would leave him begging for more. And as she lay there, wrapped in his arms, she couldn’t help but wonder what other pleasures awaited her in this house of power and desire. Camila slowly lifted herself off Gonzalez, she stood before him, her hair dishealved, and her eyes glowing with a mix of satisfaction and lingering desire.

His camera stayed off, but his deep voice came through right away, rough with desire. “God damn, look at you. That outfit was made for getting fucked. Get on your knees and show me that pretty pussy first, baby.” I moaned softly, positioning myself on all fours on the bed, ass up toward the camera. I reached back and spread my cheeks, letting him see how wet I already was. “I’ve been aching since yesterday… I need this so bad.” I grabbed the new thick dildo, sucked on it sloppily for him, then pressed the fat head against my entrance. “It’s bigger than my old one… fuck” I pushed down slowly, gasping as it stretched me wide open. The fullness made my toes curl.

She was an embodiment of captivating sensuality, a magnet for desire that stirred a primal longing within him. Caught in the grips of an intoxicating mixture of curiosity and arousal, Aiden found himself unable to look away. His own desires ignited, his body responding to the alluring spectacle before him. This unexpected encounter had awakened a side of him that he never knew existed, fueling his darkest fantasies and leaving him yearning for more.

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

Rich. "Of course, he fits your type," I teased, a playful grin forming on my face. "Handsome, enigmatic, and oh-so-difficult to please. It's like he stepped right out of your romantic daydreams. I can't deny he has the looks," I said, grinning. "But boy, does he know how to push us to our limits. It's like he enjoys watching us squirm."