Desi Erotic Story Novels & Stories

she said calmly, “then I push it in and out, imagining it was you” His hand loosened slightly in her hair, then tightened again as if he was grounding himself. She stepped even closer and threaded her hand around his bare back, her nails lightly scraping his skin. “I play with my clit and my nipples” she went on, “pretending it was you who was touching me” His breathing turned shallow. His chest rose and fell fast. His towel felt tighter around his waist with every word. “I cum very hard” she continued, her voice soft but deliberate, “screaming your name over and over again”

Some days she’d climb on top and ride him slow and deep, her hair falling around them like a curtain while she whispered how much she loved feeling him stretch her. One Thursday evening Priya decided to cook his favorite butter chicken wearing nothing but a tiny black apron and high heels. The sight of her bare ass and the soft sway of her heavy tits as she moved around the kitchen had Ethan hard before she even turned on the stove. He couldn’t wait. He came up behind her, bent her over the counter, and slid into her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. “Fuck, yes,” Priya moaned, gripping the edge of the counter. “Take what you want.”

The air was thick with lust. Tom helped her out of her dress, his hands sliding down her body as he knelt to kiss her pussy gently. She shivered with anticipation and handed him her phone. “Get some good angles,” she said, climbing onto the bed naked, heart hammering as the men stripped and approached. “No names,” she called out. “I don’t care who you are. I just want to get fucked.”

“Liar.” The kiss that followed erased any thought of resistance. It was hungry, desperate, and all the things she had tried to bury came rushing back. Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, while his fingers slid under the hem of her tank top, finding her bare skin. They stumbled toward her couch, her heart racing with every step. Clothes hit the floor in pieces, their mouths never parting, their bodies colliding with urgency. By the time it was over, they lay tangled in silence, the only sound their uneven breaths.

"Let me feel that pussy." Our mouths find each other again, kissing messy with tongue tangling, we moaned into each other's mouth, our eyes half closed. Then he froze. "Shit...I don't have a condom." "It's okay, I'm on pill." He slammed up into me, hard and fast. "Oh fuck, Grey! Yes!" He didn't slow down. His cock was hitting my spot over and over. I grabbed my hair, pulling it into a quick ponytail, sweat dripping down my chest.

Pre-cum leaked in thick strings, pooling in the dip of my navel. She picked up speed, and the desk creaked under us. Her hips slapped against my sore, red ass again and again. The sound was filthy, wet, and sharp, echoing in the quiet office. My legs shook in her grip, my toes curled, and my hands scrabbled at the edge of the desk, trying to hold on. “You love this, don’t you?” she growled. “Getting fucked like a whore on my desk. Your boss’s cock stretching you wide. Say it again.”

It sprang forth, hard and pulsing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Kira stroked the veiny length, marveling at its size and heat. She guided the swollen head to her entrance, rubbing it teasingly along her slit, coating it in her juices. Jax groaned, his hips jerking forward as he sought entrance, desperate to bury himself in her welcoming heat.

"Bend over the desk. Ass up, legs spread." I scrambled up, skirt hiked to my waist, tits spilling out as he ripped my blouse open—buttons pinging across the floor. Cool wood hit my nipples, hardening them more. I arched my back, pussy exposed, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out begging. He stepped behind, rubbing his cock along my slit slow, coating himself in my juices. The fat head nudged my entrance, parting folds, but didn't push in. "Beg for it, Mira. Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy."

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.