Ditto Sex Novels & Stories

Pictures, preferably on you. Elijah: Oh fuck, you’re killing me. Riko, don’t send pictures. Darius: Why not!? Forrest: Because we are both in offices where it would be frowned on to jerk off at a desk. I blushed, shaking my head at these boys. They can’t focus to save their lives. Everything is sexual to them. Riko: Stop making this sexual. I don’t need the image of you two jerking off in my head. Forrest: Why like it too much?

I was close to cumming couldn't hold back anymore when he talked again. "Wait not yet" he says in a voice full of dominance I was about to cum from the voice alone but held it back in. "Now" he said after few more thrusts, I came hard, like I never did with any human, I felt my insides being filled with cum like substance. It's made to recreate the same feeling of having real sex except it can't get you pregnant.

I mean, we had only done it with a toy, just one time and that couldn't really be considered sex. This was different. I liked the sex this time with his father. I had wanted it and I had gotten it. I should be worried, but I didn’t want to freak myself out or send myself running for the hills now that the adrenaline rush had slowly wore off. Domenico appeared from the door he had disappeared into, a wet cloth in his hand. He smiled when our eyes met, and he winked at me. That made blood rushed over my ears. "Spread your legs, baby, I'm going to clean you up. And bring out all the cum I shot inside." He said with a smile.

“Fuck, I might have to come just so I can fuck you harder, baby.” “You-you can do that, Daddy?” I may not have had sex, but it’s pretty well known that men don’t have multiple orgasms like women do. I’ve heard plenty of people joke that sex is done when the man is done. But Damon is talking about it like that’s not the case. Like he could go once and then go again… “For you, princess? I can do anything.” Damon’s hips buck forward, giving me his whole cock. An explosion of sensation overwhelms my nerves, and I cry out again as he bottoms out inside of me, claiming me and making me his.

We just wanted to spice up our marital life. My name is Diego. I’m thirty-four, fit from years of gym discipline, and married to Susan for six years. Our sex life had become routine, comfortable, but predictable. After months of talking about it, we decided to explore. We connected with two other couples online through a private, discreet swinging forum. Everyone was vetted, tested, and on the same page: no pressure, just fun and fantasy.

Eli's moans turned to cries, his cock leaking profusely as Damien hit his prostate repeatedly. As the bedroom door swung open and Zeke stepped in, the air was thick with the raw scent of sex—sweat, precum, and the musky tang of arousal that clung to everything like a second skin. There, on the bed, Damien was already deep inside Eli, his hips slamming forward with a frantic, almost desperate rhythm that made the bed frame groan under their weight. Eli's moans filled the room, loud and uninhibited, his body arched back as Damien gripped his hips, pulling him onto his cock with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls, a wet, rhythmic noise that mixed with Eli'

Didi’s back arched off the bed. She kept hitting the back of his head, trying to push him away, but he was like a stone wall. His tongue was thick and powerful. He didn't just lick; he worked her. He twirled his tongue around her clit in fast, vibrating circles, then flicked it deep inside her. The sound of his wet mouth on her skin filled the room. Didi’s struggles began to slow. The fear was still there, but her body was starting to betray her. The sensation was too intense. It felt like a high-powered vibrator was pressed against her most sensitive spot.

I asked raising my hand. "You've been answering every question already." Thuso said as she ran her fingers through Zo's locks. "But anyways my perfect sex would be, wait are we talking about sex sex or sex?" I was confused because sex sex and sex are two different things. "Sex sex Foxie." K sighed and I smiled happy to explain what I would like someday. "Oh okay, I believe it would be slow sex, with you and your beloved partner obviously just talking you know? Simple yet very intense."

And stupidly, we switched to sex call. I swear it was as awesome as it was embarrassing. I was literally blushing while following his instructions of pleasuring myself while imagining it was him. Good one, I wasn’t the only one indulging in pleasuring my aching areas but Dima did too. I heard his powerful growl and the fast fisting he gave his cock. We literally came at the same time and he began to fill my ears with erotic words. Hell, Dima is good in all ways. Physically powerful and sexually attractive and active.

Smut warning⚠️ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ DOMINIC Tonight I had so much fun teasing my little wife—the way she squirmed in her seat because I never turned the vibrator off. I set it to the lowest setting but still felt enough sensation to make her seat uncomfortable. This fun moment is destroyed as I hear someone greet me.