Curvy Erotica Novels & Stories

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

Van's fingers dug into her hips, his grip bruising as he held her in place, his cock sliding deeper with each thrust. "You like it rough, don't you, mama?" he grunted, his breath ragged with exertion and desire. Camila's body trembled, her muscles clenching around them, the sensations overwhelming. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure ecstasy, her head thrown back, her hair spilling down her back as she found herself in the highest cloud of ecstacy. Andrew, still stroking himself, moved closer, his dark eyes glinting with lust. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he said, "Our little whore."

I replied, bringing my index finger to my lips. I stood with my legs open, straddling him on both sides of his waist, and began a sensual dance. I squatted down, nearly touching his erect penis, but without making contact. This drove him wild; he was desperate to fuck me. He was sweating and trembling with intense excitement. I squatted over him, grabbed his penis at the base, and traced shapes between my thighs with the tip. He closed his eyes and pleaded with me. "I want to fuck you. Come on, come on, I want to put it in you now..."

I answered truthfully, my fingers digging into the wood as he drove me to a mad orgasm. My knees shivered, and a loud shriek tore from my throat. I shook from pleasure, feeling every nerve in my body strain. He finally pulled out, immediately turning me around and making me sit on the chair again. My eyes were still shut as I relaxed on the chair, the spasms still travelling through me. I hadn't recovered, and every time I squeezed my thighs together and touched my clit, I would jerk like someone in an electric chair. Frederick pulled my legs apart and I finally opened eyes to look at him. He got down on his knees, holding my legs up and bringing his face to my pussy.

“That’s a long way.” “That’s okay,” he said confidently. “It has super fuel.” Lana crossed her arms, raising a brow. “Super fuel?” “Uh-huh. It’s a secret fuel.” “Ah,” I said solemnly. “Classified.” He grinned. “Very.” I ruffled his hair gently, the soft curls slipping easily between my fingers. The contact sent a jolt straight through me, simple, innocent, and devastating all at once. “And when it flies,” I asked, heart pounding harder than it should have, “do I get to ride with you?”

Desperate to soothe him, I marvel that he is even real, that I’m touching him. Only I am not allowed to touch him for more than a few seconds before he pulls back, shaking his head. “Turn over, pull your dress up. Now.” The words are rapped out. I don’t dare fight him. What fills me with dread the most is I don’t want to fight him. I roll over and pull my dress up. I’m fighting not to squirm in agony of him finding how wet the black sheer lace panties are. “Pull your panties down.” His Russian accent roughens the words, turning them into something so erotic they glide down my spine like a desperate caress.

“That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pretty cries. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She moaned, pushing forward against his hand. “Dirty little girl.” He pinched her clit, loving the sound that escaped her mouth after. “On your hands and knees, Printsessa. You sound like you’re aching for more.” Charlotte immediately got on her hands and knees, imitating her current position on the screen. Maksim knelt behind her on the floor, lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed into her in a slow torturous movement. Charlotte wiggled her ass back, wanting more.

Her fingers to locate it, enlarged and throbbing. With a firm touch, she pressed down on it, hard. Emeriel emitted a piercing scream, her body convulsing into a second orgasm so intense that her eyes rolled back into her head. She nearly broke free from Madam Livia's grasp if it weren't for Amie holding her firmly. Madam Livia continued to press down on the oversensitive bundle of nerves inside her that yearned to be completely satisfied by an Urekai male and coated by their potent sperm. Emeriel sobbed as the third release washed over her, unintelligible words spilling from her lips as her body soared to heights that made her knees buckle.

I had left so conspicuously on the side table. I had spent an hour choosing that specific dildo. Polished ebony, heavy, its curves designed to mimic a man's anatomy with unapologetic precision. I knew she couldn't resist it. She was too curious, too repressed, too much of a coiled spring waiting for a reason to snap. "Come on, Moh," I whispered to the empty room, my voice a low rasp. "Show me what you are."

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