Ddlg Erotica Novels & Stories

The thought of the next thing in line made my pussy ache terribly. Liam suddenly stood up, his breathing heavy as he reached into his pocket. He brought out a pack of condom, and snapped one on with practiced ease, his eyes locked on mine. He lined himself up at my entrance and drove inside in one long, uncompromising thrust. I let out a shattered cry, but it was muffled as Damien leaned over me. He didn't want to miss out on the feast. While Liam’s cock moved in and out of me with a heavy, rhythmic pace, Damien lowered his head, his tongue taking over where Liam's had just been, circling against my clit with a precision that sent hot sparks through my vision.

On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor. Elena was whispering along with him, “Fuck me harder, fuck my hole,” her fingers plunging in and out in perfect rhythm. She came so hard she didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway at first. The second time was even something else. She was on the living room couch, skirt around her waist, no panties, one leg hooked over the armrest. Two hung studs were spit-roasting a eager bottom on our TV — one thick cock slamming down his throat, the other pounding his ass raw.

Madison let out a silent moan, the action sending waves of pleasure through her whole body. His tongue flicked on her throbbing clit, and Madison threw her head back. He continued to suck on the meaty thing like it was the bane of his whole existence, like he wanted to get rid of it for good. With slow, swiping actions, his tongue glided across, teasing her in ways that brought tears to her eyes. And just when she thought it wouldn't get worse, he dug two fingers into her entrance without even lifting his face. Madison was tight, and that made Killian even more obsessed with her. That pussy had instantly become something that he could die for.

Silver nodded. "How detailed are we talking?" "BDSM, Role playing, edging, we’re going to play with some toys and explore some kinky fetish. I might even let you peg me." That piqued Delilah’s interest “Oh. I’ve been wanting to try that for a while now, baby" “That makes it even lovelier” He rolled on top of her again, pinning her to the bed. "I’d like you to fuck me, my Tiger Lily.”

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

Her past life haunted and ruined her desire in the worst way. . . . More Erotica coming!!!

She dragged her nails down his torso, reveling in the hiss that escaped him. The pact was madness. But in the tight cage of the elevator, sanity had no place. Damian dropped to his knees before her, fingers curling under her skirt and tugging her panties down in one swift motion. They pooled around her heels, forgotten. He hooked her leg over his shoulder, spreading her open, gaze molten as it raked over her slick folds. “Beautiful,” he rasped. Then his mouth was on her—hot, wet, merciless. His tongue licked a path up her slit before flicking over her clit, making her gasp so loud it echoed in the steel chamber.

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo