Ebony Lust Novels & Stories

You have enough room for a village in your lodging Ebony >> she laughed again [[ it’s called a Suite Raven, now come sit here and let me teach you as much as I could as quickly as I could so you could get back home without being caught ]] …………………… We spent a very long time conversing and I have learned many a thing from Ebony, she showed me a tevelition, a labtop, and gave me cellalla phone which caught my face on it, I freaked out because I thought it took a piece of my soul or something to which Ebony ended up on the floor of her Suite from laughing, I’ve never felt so foolish, she also showed me the different types of vehicles and what different things meant and looked like.

Those words sent a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through me, leaving me utterly breathless. Don't give in, I desperately reminded myself, reminding my racing thoughts of his notorious womanizing ways. Yet, in the same breath, Eve's advice echoed in my mind—maybe getting under him would be the best way to finally rid myself of this overwhelming lust that had consumed me ever since that dream. Conflicting emotions swirled within me, lust battling against reason, and no matter how hard I tried to wrestle with the logic, nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Giovanni Haynes

she quickly replied like a child being scolded. Edward continues to pump himself inside her faster and harder. A loud noise echoes all over the cellar coming from their bodies smacking each other as her big ass hits his pelvis with every thrust. Martina continues to moan in ecstasy like she is losing her mind in so much lust and burning desire. "Harder, deeper, daddy. I want you deep inside me," she begged him and wanting more. "How much deeper does she want? Even my balls were already in!" Edward thinks to himself. in disbelief.

I could hear the lust that coated every sound I made. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” He asked, catching up with my naughty intentions. I couldn’t move my hips again, instead, my fingers got to work on his chest, scraping my nails all over his skin and teasing where hair gathered in his chest. His hair was as curly there as it was on his head, looking at him from up close made him look younger and more handsome. His eyes had a fire, need, want, and a bit of vulnerability. My nails scraped over one nipple by accident, but when I felt his abs tighten beneath me in response, I wanted to do it again.

The only sounds that could be heard were our breathing and the distant rustle of leaves. We both jerked our heads up at the sound of a loud snap. I looked straight at the trap which now. had something between it. “There!” Eleanor squealed. “We got one!” Sure enough, a plump rabbit struggled inside the trap. She jumped to her feet, throwing her hands in the air like we’d just won the gold medal. Her golden bun bounced loosely, falling apart with each movement. I stayed back, watching her. The evening light shone perfectly on her hair, and her blue eyes held pure excitement in them. She looked so alive, so unbothered by the royal pressure.

As good as it had been feeling I was anxiously waiting to see what would happen next. Jenny definitely had that hard-lust look in her eyes. As Susan moved away from me and approached her, I scooted back towards the end of the bed to watch. Jenny positioned herself with her wide spread pussy facing both Rob and I. “I want you to pussy-pat me,” she asked. She was horny. I’d seen her do this to herself before when she got this excited, but she’d never had me do it to her before.

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Even though pregnant Goddesses were in high demand around that place. Ebony was beautiful in a way Amber never would be. A natural beauty with no make up and zero fucking effort involved. Her black skin gleamed, her tight bronze curls bounced around her face, her tits were perky, her body the perfect shape. Her chest bulged, her waist narrowed, then flowed into thick thighs and a teardrop ass women paid to have. Ebony had been a loyal friend and tough competitor over the few years Amber had known her since she came to the club. She was also honest and didn’t tend to sugarcoat things. That was a refreshing change in a world full of fake, backstabbing bitches.

She knows I want it too. Ebony stands up and turns to face me. As she seductively walks over to me she pulls her top up and over her head. Her long black curly hair bounces and cascades down her back, almost to her ass. She cups one of her small pert breasts and plays with her small, dark nipple. Her head is tipped down slightly, to watch her own hand play with herself. She makes sure to look at me through her long thick lashes, her green eyes show she wants to play. My cock is hard and the pain of it being trapped in my trousers makes me grunt from the discomfort. She takes that as her invitation to drop to her knees and open my zip. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she tugs my trousers do

She pressed the loofah against the side of her neck, dragging them back and forth with a desperate, frantic energy. Scrub. Scrub. Scrub. "It’s not there. It’s not there," she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut. But the more she tried to erase Ronan’s touch, the more the reality of it set in. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt the weight of him, the way he’d pinned her wrists, and the look in his dark eyes when she’d finally whispered his name. Her skin began to turn a raw, angry crimson. She pumped more soap onto the loofah, her movements becoming more violent. She was punishing herself for the pleasure she had felt, for the way she had let her spite for Finn lead her straight into the