Novel & Cerita Desi Erotic Story

When I ran into her again, she looked nothing like the glamorous woman she used to be. Her hands were calloused. Her voice was as defeated as it gets. "Grant... we were married once. Did you really have to be this ruthless?" I thought about it. In the past six months, she'd tried to kill herself twenty-one times. Jumped into rivers fifteen times. I'd had her rescued every single time. The worst one—she jumped off a building and broke her bones. The debt collectors followed her straight to the hospital. The hospital got fed up and kicked her out.

They made him suck their cocks to get them hard again, his jaw aching from the girth. By dawn, Cindy was exhausted but glowing, lying in a puddle of semen. She pulled Mark close and kissed him. "I love you so much for letting me be this dirty. You're the best cuck a hotwife could ask for." Mark came untouched just from her words, his tiny orgasm adding to the mess, his heart skipped a painful beat, because his mistress will definitely punish for cumming without her permission. But deep down in that throbbing dick, he anticipated his arousal.

Though not before quickly working to remove her pencil skirt that’s already coated with dried copious amounts of cum on the backside. They break away from their passionate kiss, a string of saliva connecting the two as she nodded. “I loved it,” she admits as she parts her legs. Her pussy is glistening from her arousal and orgasm that made Hudson’s mouth water. “I love it so much, Hudson.” “That right?” He groans at her confession, sliding in easily between her fold. He could never get enough of her, no matter what time of day. He works off his shirt so that they’re fully naked now, their clothes littered around the library. He knows the risk of getting caught, yet he could care less right no

He slams the door and locked it. “Where did we stop love?” he asks. “Arreee…we” I stuttered as I was going to ask a question. He puts his finger on my lips. “I will be doing the questioning” he said looking into my eyes with a piercing and seductive look. His voice now sounds so low and seductive, I want to get used by him. Then he kisses me again, passionate, and filled with desire. I want him, I shouldn’t want him so much. I shouldn’t desire a man I don’t know so well. But I do.

“Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.” Her words stung, but they also made my pussy clench harder around her fingers. Ria leaned down, kissing my neck, then my lips, as she pleasured me with skilled, relentless strokes. She added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me until I was moaning into her mouth and coming again. I came hard, shaking, and my juices were soaking the sheets. When I finally came down, panting and spent, Ria kissed my forehead. “But if you really want him… you’re going to have to prove you can take it.”

I stood up to look at her, but she had her eyes closed. “I should stop, I can tell that you're tired.” “I am, but please don't stop.” She pleaded “I'll be quick,” I replied. I spread her legs apart a bit and inserted my penis inside her. She gasped and held onto the wall for support. The sex was short but intimate, we stood under the shower in silence for a while, as though we were going through a cleansing rite. *Are you going to tell me what is wrong now?” “Your Dad is having an affair with Julia.”

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“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

When she turns back around and sees me unbuckling my pants she backs up and lets her head fall back under the water allowing it to glide sexily down her body. “I want a fucking vote,” I tell her as I close the door behind me. “You do, huh?” She grabs my dick, wrapping her hand around it and stroking it up and down. “Why?” I push her hand away and get on my knees in front of her. “Because you’re mine.” I run my fingers through her slit, relishing in the smoothness of her for the first time. “Fuck this is sexy though.” I lift her left leg to open her up and let it rest on my shoulder as I press my lips to her pussy.

He brought his fingers up to his nose and sniffed "Damn it! you're wet and I haven't even touched you yet." She grabbed his hands and placed it at the entrance of her warm sultry flesh. All her insecurities flew out the window when his hands came in contact with her womanhood. "What exactly do you want Piccola?" He urged, inserting a finger inside her tight sheath. It felt like a dream. One that she didn't want to wake up from anytime soon. "Fuck!" She breathed out, throwing her head back as her eyes rolled to the back of her head snapping shut. He's torturing her and it's messing up her senses in a million ways than one. She couldn't even think properly at the moment.