Desi Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

"Oh, please, what's wrong with him? That guy is in love with you since college." "I don't like him. I mean... he isn't my type." Rida shrugged her shoulder. "Then what is your type?" "Serious, calm, less talkative. Usman talks like there is no tomorrow, plus he jokes around with everyone, I don't like it..." Rida was going on and on about the reason not liking Usman, which made Subh-Dil roll her eyes as she turned to go to the sink and place the dirty cups there, but before she could place them there, the cups slipped away from her hands, all out of sudden, creating a loud noise.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

"You like being my secret?" "Yes! Fuck, yes!" she cried out, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me even deeper. The raw sex was relentless. I was hitting her deep, over and over, my movements fast and heavy. Every time I slammed into her, she let out a loud moan, her body clenching around me. It was erotica in its purest form—just two bodies colliding in a way that was forbidden and perfect. I reached down, my hand finding the spot where we were joined, rubbing her clit as I continued to drive into her.

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

Two fingers pushed back inside her pussy. He curled them and stroked that spot that made her see stars. The tension built fast. Sienna stroked him faster. Her grip tightened. Adrian fingered her deeper. Their heavy breathing filled the guest bedroom. The party downstairs continued but neither of them cared. Sienna thought about how Adrian had been the best sex of her life. No one else compared. Not even Julian. Adrian knew exactly how to touch her. How to edge her until she begged. How to fill her

She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired. Damon opened the door without knocking. He entered the room wearing black pyjamas bottoms. His chest was bare. Ara stared at his sculpted body. Damn, he had such a sexy shape. “Tonight’s chapter is about a cold billionaire who becomes obsessed with the erotic writer under his roof. He fucks her in every corner of his domain. He ruins her until she understands she belongs to him completely.” "That sounds very familiar," Ara smiled. "So I expect you to do a good job."

I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me. Damien's hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of my blouse. I could feel my nipples hardening, aching for his touch. He trailed kisses up my stomach, his tongue circling my navel before moving higher. He pushed my blouse aside, exposing my bra. With a swift movement, he unclasped it, freeing my breasts. His mouth captured one nipple, sucking it while his hand played with the other. I whimpered, my body writhing under his touch, my pleasure building to a crescendo.

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

Drey came with a grunt, spilling and coating her walls with his semen. The door to the balcony got tugged open and quickly they scrambled apart, with Emma yanking her shorts on quickly pretending as if she hadn't just gotten the best fuck of her life.