Desi Sex Tales Novels & Stories

Except the surprise gets hijacked. Wrong hands claim her first, their thick dicks stretching her innocent little hole wide, pumping her full of hot cum again and again. She screams she hates it… while her body betrays her, clenching and gushing, wave after filthy wave of shattering orgasms ripping through her until she’s a trembling, cum-drenched mess who can’t stop cumming. Will her marriage still hold? _______ Cheyenne I couldn’t stop giggling as Jessica and I slipped through the back gate of Duke’s house.

The smell of sex filled the air, musky, dirty, addictive. "Such a perfect hole," he snarled. "Gonna fill you up every day. Keep you leaking my cum while you work at your desk." I was close, so fucking close, when he suddenly pulled out. He flipped me onto my back on the couch and climbed over me, stroking his glistening cock furiously. "Open your mouth." I barely had time to obey before he exploded. Thick ropes of hot cum painted my face, across my lips, my cheeks, one spurt hitting my tongue. I gasped, tasting him again as it dripped down my chin.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

Plagiarism of this work in any shape or form is strictly prohibited and will be treated seriously under applicable law. This is an original, non-plagiarized work. All the characters, scenes, and narratives are the product of the author's creativity. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. --- Final Word Tales of Instant Lust is a celebration of uninhibited sexuality, desire without delay, and storytelling that gets straight to the point. It’s for bold readers who enjoy their erotica quick, dirty, and deeply satisfying. Please read with an open mind and respect the intended age boundaries.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

"I definitely knew a lot of the maidservants had eyes for me and I didn't force anyone. Actually, they are the ones who came asking for more but I don't dick a pussy twice" "You're the first woman I have had sex with countless times" "I am? what about Zasha? I thought she was your girlfriend?" "I was reluctant to sleep with her but she asked for it and after that, I got tired and didn't touch her again" "No wonder she cheated on you" "Like I care. I had no feelings for her" "Who is this guy?" I asked referring to the black guy whose image was now on his computer. "Williams Wale. He's a Nigerian and also very troublesome but very hard working. He can do the work of three people at a time. Him

“Fuck babygirl. You make me want to do very dirty things to you.” I feel his erection pressing against my ass and I smile innocently. “Like what daddy?” I ask, wiggling a little on his lap. Gavin groans and leans in sucking on my neck. “Like.” He whispers, pausing a second. “Untying that little bikini bottom and sliding my fingers into that tight pussy of yours right here in this chair.” He kisses my neck and I moan. “Or, bending you over the arm of the couch, and fucking you until you are screaming my name.”

“I’ve had a long day at work. All I want to do is watch Sage squirm for you.” I lay back on the bed, my head on the pillows and my legs spread wide for Laila. She crawled closer up the bed toward me, on her hands and knees, stuck her ass up into the air, and dipped her head between my thighs. Fingers pulling my folds apart, she glided her tongue across my clit. Constantino rested one knee on the bed behind Laila, his large hands all over her ass. He undid his pants and pulled out his cock, positioning himself at her entrance. When he pushed himself into her, she moaned against my clit, making me clench harder.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.