Dirty Sex Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He was on his knees, degrading himself for this woman, and he had never been more turned on in his life. He slid a finger inside her, then another, curling them upward to find the rough, sensitive spot he had read about in books. She cried out, her back arching, her hips bucking against his face. “Fuck, yes,” she gasped. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Suck your stepbrother’s cock while I finger this tight little pussy. The dirty words sent fresh waves of arousal through me. I sucked him with more enthusiasm, my head moving faster while his fingers fucked me in a steady rhythm. Pleasure built rapidly inside me. My moans around his cock became constant and needy. I had to fight the urge to stop sucking every time his fingers hit that perfect spot inside me. Do not stop, he groaned. Keep sucking me, Emma. I am so close. I was getting close too. My thighs trembled as I tried to focus on pleasuring him while his fingers drove me wild. The wet sounds of my mouth on his cock mixed with the slick sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of me. It

Alex grabbed her waist from behind her, stroking his dick, and pointing it at her entrance, before slamming into her. Felicia couldn't help the loud moan that escaped her mouth. Alex was a priest, yet he had such a huge dick and knew how to use it, so damn well, that Sasha got wet again, wanting to have his dick back inside her, meanwhile, Felicia's wetness was dripping from her pussy, sliding down Alex's dick. Alex continued to fuck them, turns after turns, untill he climaxed, spilling his cums all over their bodies. *****

10 Damien. There’s a kind of peace that comes right after sex. Not the romantic, pillow-talk kind. I’m talking about the deep, animalistic silence when your body’s wrecked, your mind’s blank, and your chest is still rising like you’ve just fought a war and barely made it out. That’s the kind of peace I had, wrapped around Lila in my bed, sweat drying on our skin, her leg hooked lazily over my hip. The sun hadn’t even fully risen. My blackout curtains made sure of that.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

Holy hell. She was sprawled across pink flannel sheets, dim lamp light striping her bare skin like gift-wrap. Legs spread wide, knees hooked over the bed's edge, one hand working a thick purple dildo in and out of her shaved pussy like she was starving for it. The toy glistened, drenched in her delicious wetness. Every thrust made a filthy and wet squelch, her juices flicked onto her thighs, her ass, the sheets in messy little arcs. Her tits, round, heavy, nipples dark and stiff, with each move of her hips, begging to be

I moaned loud right into the camera, my voice all breathy and needy while I picked up his latest book from the bed, flipping it open to the filthiest page I could find. My fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit as I read his words out loud, stuttering through the dirty parts. “Fuck, listen to this… ‘He grabbed her by the throat and slammed his thick cock balls-deep into her greedy little cunt, stretching her wide while she begged like a filthy cum-dump,’” I gasped, shoving two fingers inside my soaked hole with a wet squelch that echoed in the room. “That’s what I want you to do to me, Daddy. Ruin my tight little hole… please, I need your

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

I couldn't believe I had just sniffed Amaris' panties, what a rush. I dropped the panties back where they were and began to check the drawer. In it, she had some lotion, fingernails, and a book. In the bottom drawer, that is where the fun begins. She had 3 dildos of various sizes, lube, a vibrator, and a p**n magazine, which caught my attention. I grabbed and opened the magazine and started to flip through it. There was a naked posting for each session, and there was a picture of a girl licking the pussy of another girl. I wonder if this turned Amaris in as much as it did to me.

My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books. I couldn’t stay quiet. “Fuck…” I moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Oh my god, yes…” Two of my fingers slid inside me as I kept rubbing my swollen clit with my other hand. “Mmm… please… fuck me harder,” I whimpered reading out what the female lead said in the book, eyes fluttering shut. My hips were grinding against my hand desperately. “Yes… just like that… I’m such a dirty little slut…”