Eating Pussy Erotica Novels & Stories

I even run a comb through her triangular patch of velvet, black pubic hair. I take the camera from the tri-pod and hand hold it for some close-up shots. Her thick black lips are closed creating a thin slit down the length of her pussy. I take a couple of shots, and then with my fingers, I spread them apart about a half an inch exposing the pink entrance to her pussy. Her lips are wet with juice and hot to the touch. Katrina gasps when she feels my hand touch her pussy lips and let's out a little audible, "ohhhh." She doesn't say anything else so I'm ready to move this to the next level.

He promptly got onto his back on the floor. My labia glistened with my pussy juice as I hovered over him. He propped his dick up in the air ready for me to plunge it deep inside my pussy. As I lowered myself onto it I felt the walls of my vagina stretch to accommodate his meat. It took a few bounces before I could swallow the whole thing, but I managed it in the end as my pussy lips wrapped around it hungrily. He reached up and started to play with my breasts as I rode him, rubbing my nipples gently and lightly tapping them. The connection between my nips and my pussy felt like surges of electricity running through my veins as he toyed with them. I fell forward, resting my hands on his beast

he grunted as his hot breath fanned her pussy. He leaned in, pushing his tongue into her pussy, and she saw his eyes widen just as she moaned out in ecstasy. Shock and pleasure webbed through her chest at the fact that Elio Rossi was eating her pussy out.

I pushed my thick tongue deep inside her tight hole, fucking it in and out while my nose rubbed her clit, then licked back up to swirl around her entrance, tasting every drop of her growing wetness. I sucked hard on her smooth lips, pulling them into my mouth and lapping hungrily, my own hairy pussy throbbing against the sheets and leaking down my thick thighs. She was getting so fucking wet. The little slut couldn’t help it, her hips started twitching despite herself as I ate her pussy like I owned it, tongue buried deep and messy for what felt like forever. I ripped the tape off her mouth, making her gasp. Her lips were red and stinging. “You psycho fucking bitch!” she choked out.

* Her free hand fisted the sheets, knuckles white, while ragged moans escaped, muffled only by bitten lips. Transitioning to the floor for stability, Charlotte knelt on the rug, brush discarded as she needed skin-on-skin again. Four fingers now—impossible stretch yesterday, effortless today—plunging knuckle-deep, thumb flicking her clit in rapid strokes. The rug's coarse weave abraded her knees, adding gritty friction, while her other hand mauled her tits, twisting nipples until they throbbed red. Climaxes layered: one ripping a guttural cry, body convulsing; another grinding slow, milking every aftershock. *I'm addicted—pussy won't quit, clit begging.* Juices puddled beneath her, the wet sp

She moaned out in pleasure as I pushed my finger into her pussy. She pulled off her panties leaving her naked in my front. I pushed my finger in and out of her pussy— stroking her pussy. My fingers were covered with her cum. Her pussy was warm and wet. I bend low in front of her, she laid on the floor with her. She spread her legs widely— giving me a view of her pussy. It was wet with cum having its way around it. She screamed out in pleasure as I pushed three fingers of mine into her pussy.

She pulled back slightly, leaving a thin string of saliva and pré-cúm connecting her lips to his cóck. Could anything be hotter than this, he wondered? Ethan cupped her face and kissed her again, tasting himself on her tongue. Then he knew it was his turn to give. He tugged off her panties, taking in her perfectly tanned skin, and rubbed her clít before lowering her to the floor. Then he spread her legs and smiled down at her glistening, pink pússy. "You like what you see?" She moaned. He nodded, unable to speak. He was stunned. Her pússy was literally a work of art, and his cóck twitched, eager to claim it.

His hand slid between her thighs, stroking slowly, deliberately, until she was squirming, moaning into his mouth. He teased her clit with the cap of his dick and she arched her body like her soul was going to leave her body. when he finally slid into her pussy, she cried out, her voice filling the room. Every movement was controlled, every thrust deliberate, pushing her deeper into submission. He held her wrists tighter, as if reminding her she belonged to him in this moment. Her body shook, her voice breaking with every plea, every moan. And when she finally shattered beneath him, it was messy, raw, overwhelming, leaving her gasping, trembling, completely undone.

“And if you do well, you'll get a bonus of eating my pussy.” “Would you like that??” She nods her head excitedly. Good girl….she really must love eating my pussy. I begin to work my fingers, touching her as I would want to be touched myself. I sense her moving beneath my touch, spreading her legs wider, and granting me more access. I flex my fingers on her sex, then I bunch three fingers and forces them inside her pussy, breaching her defence, and violating her in the most intimate way. I feel her count tighten around my digits, responding to the entry.

He was ready to feast, no matter the presentation. He swiped a thumb through my slit and sucked. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He then took his finger, stretching me open wider as if to get a better look. I was so turned on by his examination, my pussy involuntarily contracted over and over. Remy wickedly smiled. “So pretty and pink. And she’s winking at me. I think I need to properly introduce myself.” He took the flat of his tongue and licked up my pussy, making me back arch off the bed. He held my hips down, widening my thighs as his tongue continued its assault on my pussy. He licked inside me and out, the tip of his tongue teasing my clit.