Novel & Cerita Desi Sexy Stories

Chapter 2: Connor’s Thick Fingers Wrecking My Greedy Hole I looked up at Connor, sweat pouring down my face, my hole already clenching tight around the fat head of his cock that was barely inside me. My voice came out shaky and desperate. “I want it… fuck, Connor, I want you to breed me. Right here. Right now. Please.” That was all he needed.

The wet sounds of her pussy sliding along his shorts filled the room. “Ethan… oh god,” she panted. “We shouldn’t… but I need—” He flipped them suddenly, laying her back on the couch. Priya spread her legs for him without hesitation, shirt bunched around her waist, pussy glistening in the low light. She looked incredible, flushed, breathing hard, eyes dark with lust. He kissed down her body, licking and biting until he reached her thighs. Priya’s hands fisted in his hair as he buried his face between her legs. She tasted sweet and musky, soaking his tongue as he licked her clit in long, slow strokes.

After all, he wasn't trying to bargain for his death, he was bargaining sex with me. And with that, I slowly lowered the gun. My choices were wrong, my insides pooled with dread. But the thought of his thrusts made me courageous enough to drop the gun to the floor. “Make this quick.” Rocco moved swiftly, like a predator coming for its prey. I knew for a fact that this wasn't going to be like the previous sex. This was going to be rough. Fast. Desperate. Rocco closed the distance between us, slipping a hand around my waist. He slipped his free hand into my skirt. His fingers found my slits and he gently grazed over them, making my thighs clench. My folds burned with heat as he increased press

The silk whispered against her thighs as she read on, the journal detailing fantasies that grew darker and more possessive. Found her old bikini in the guest room closet today. Sniffed it like a depraved animal. Still smelled faintly of her. Pictured her swimming in the lake, water cascading over her breasts, nipples hard from the chill. I’d pull her from the water, strip the wet fabric away, and devour her pussy right there on the dock—tongue fucking her while she gripped my hair and begged for more. Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine.

My nipples were painfully hard against my dress and I was dripping down my thighs. By the time we got back to the penthouse, I was out of my mind with need. The moment the door closed, Damien’s control snapped. He shoved me against the wall and yanked my dress down my body until it pooled at my feet. The vibrator buzzed on high as he spun me around and bent me over the back of the couch. “You’ve been such a dripping, desperate little slut all day,” his fingers dug into my hips and his other hand spanked my ass. “Begging for my cock with your eyes in front of everyone.”

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

I opt to leave them on because I’m already leaking precum and there’s a naked woman in front of me that I’m not sure I should fuck. She gets on her knees and begins to crawl to the end of the bed towards me and I take a step back, shaking my head when she reaches for the waistband of my briefs. “I love your body,” she sighs as she drags her gaze all over me lasciviously. “If you like it now, you should have seen it when I was in the league.” She drags her index finger sexily across her lip. “I wasn’t legal when you were in the league.”