Desi Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

She would practically tear my clothes off me while keeping up a running line of dialog: “Hurry lover, hurry. My husband can’t wait to see you shove your big meaty cock into me. He loves to watch other men fuck me, make me scream and then shoot their cum in me. He gets off on watching hard cocks slide into my sexy body. He wants to hear me scream for you to fuck me harder, to beg you to go faster and to shoot your cream deep inside me. Look at him sitting over there in that chair playing with himself while you fuck his woman.”

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.

Then she was gone, waving from the taxi window as it pulled away. The house felt empty the second the door closed. I stood in the living room for a minute, the silence pressing in. My dick was already half-hard just from the thought of having the place to myself for two whole weeks. I headed upstairs to my room, locked the door out of habit, and opened my laptop. I needed release badly. I pulled up my favorite p**n site and searched for something specific—mature women, thick bodies, the kind that reminded me of Gwen. I clicked on a video of a busty brunette in her late forties fucking her young neighbor.

“You’re too fucking sexy to be here alone. Come with me.” I follow him without hesitation, my heart racing. The restroom door locks behind us. The second it clicks, he pushes me against the wall and kisses me hungrily. His tongue dominates mine as his hands roam my body — squeezing my full tits through the thin dress, pinching my hard nipples until I moan into his mouth. He drops to his knees right there on the dirty floor, yanking my thong aside. “Such a pretty little Indian pussy,” he growls, spreading my lips with his thumbs. “Already dripping for a stranger.”

:::::::SMUT ALERT:::::::::: "oh my god" Disha said and hugged him ... he kissed her forehead and said "today is our first night ,love... I am promising you my heart I will not leave you till I have my breaths..."... Disha smiled and said "I will never leave you Raj, you will always be my first love..." .. "Love, I want to make love with you today" Raj said and Disha's face became reddened and her cheeks became hot.. she nodded only and Raj kissed her lips.. they could feel the hotness inside each other.. Raj started to separate her jewelry from her body and started to unpin her sari... she gave her all the controls to him already... he undressed her and looked at her nude body.. her body was

Desi replied, emphasizing her confidence. "Did you and Ansel have an intimate encounter last night?" Mrs. Hani changed the topic. "Yes, we did. It was successful." Desi shamelessly continued her deceit, showing no fear of the possible consequences of her lies. Although Mrs. Hani felt disappointed, she had no evidence to contradict Desi's words. She stared at Desi for a moment and then gently asked, "So, how did things go?" Is there a possibility that you might get pregnant?" "It went smoothly, Aunt," Desi replied, feigning embarrassment. "Ansel was very passionate last night. He went inside me multiple times."

The silky fabric whispered up my thighs as Dante’s hand moved with purpose, his fingertips brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, so close to where I was aching and soaked for them. Dante’s breath was hot against my ear. “Let’s see how wet our girl is already,” he murmured, his voice rough with hunger. His fingers finally reached my panties, pressing firmly against the drenched lace. He rubbed slow, firm circles over my pussy through the thin fabric, feeling exactly how soaked I was. “Fuck, Dad… she’s absolutely dripping. Her panties are soaked through. This greedy little cunt is weeping for us.” Victor groaned into my mouth, sucking on my tongue before breaking the kiss just enough

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

My family would have been humiliated. So I married him knowing he would never really want me. Never really satisfy me. Never give me what I needed in bed. And I decided right then that I wouldn't settle for a sexless marriage just because my husband preferred dick. The mechanic doesn't know about the neighbor's brother. The neighbor's brother doesn't know about the mechanic. My husband doesn't know about either of them. And I'm keeping it that way. Because this arrangement works. I get the hard rough sex I crave. I get variety. I get to explore every kink and desire my body has without judgment or hesitation.

And when he stood before me in nothing but black boxer briefs, every inch of him hard and ready and utterly magnificent, I forgot how to breathe. He crawled onto the bed, settling over me, and his mouth found mine again. Slower this time. Deeper. His tongue stroked against mine in a rhythm that made me ache, and his hips pressed down, grinding against the heat between my thighs. Even through the layers of our clothes, I could feel him. Thick. Demanding. Perfect. "Take this off," he murmured against my lips, tugging at the strap of my dress. I lifted my shoulders, and he pulled the emerald fabric down my body with agonizing slowness. The cool air hit my bare skin, and I shivered as his eyes t