Emily Wickersham Sexy Novels & Stories

Every time she shifted in her seat the wet fabric rubbed her clit and sent a small spark through her body. Jax sat two desks away. He looked relaxed like he did this every day. But his eyes kept coming back to her. When Mr. Harris looked down at his papers Jax would stare at Emily’s legs. He licked his lips once. Slow. Like he was remembering how she tasted on his fingers. Emily tried to breathe normal. She crossed her legs tight but that only made the ache worse. She wanted his hand back there. She wanted more than his hand. The thought made her face burn with shame and excitement at the same time.

I buried my face in her neck and began kissing her warm, soft skin, which only added to her pleasure. “Ahh, Alexander,” Emily gasped, gritting her teeth. Her walls tightened around me more than before. I continued my pace, moving in and out of her; her walls clenched around my dick. “Alexander... I... I think... ahhh, Alex, I'm...” “Shhhh, I know… I know, baby. Come for me.” Reaching for her sensitive clit, I rubbed it while ramming into her now. Emily let out a painful cry as she came apart, dripping and coating my length.

She faked orgasms more convincingly than ever, all while dreaming of being filled beyond her limits. Emma found herself looking up interracial p**n late at night—white wives stretched by dominant black men, creampies dripping from pink pussies, throats bulging with girth. She bought new lingerie in secret, imagining wearing it for someone like Marcus. Her obsession grew darker, more vivid. She pictured Lena watching, encouraging it. The power dynamic thrilled her: the successful black couple claiming the innocent white service provider. Then, the invitation arrived.

Another hard spank made her jolt. “I’m… I’m your filthy stepsister whore,” she said, voice breaking. “Louder. And look at the camera.” Emma turned her head, eyes glassy with lust and humiliation. “I’m your filthy stepsister whore. I let you fuck me at work. I let you cum inside me. I love it.” Marcus groaned in approval. He set the phone on the nightstand, still recording, and positioned himself behind her. He rubbed his cock along her soaked slit, then pushed in deep in one thrust. The angle was brutal. She cried out, gripping the sheets as he started pounding her.

I know things may be a little confusing, after all the last we remembered Emily was a lesbian. She swayed her hips and twirled her long shiny hair and blended with her smooth supple skin. Her makeup wasn't too much, it complemented her just much. She made heads turn as she passed and Lucas couldn't help but admire her back side. It looked like a bubble in that dress. It gave him flashbacks of how their nights usually were back in Italy. “Fuck! See what a hot body can do.” He cursed slightly, as he started to feel himself getting hard.

I could see her cheeks turning a bright red. She was clearly embarrassed. “Emily, I can't have sex with you. You need to do it with someone you love.” Lifting up herself in a fast motion, she grabbed onto my hand. “Adam, I want you to be my first and please no more questions just fuck me already.” A bit taken aback by her bluntness, I laid her back on the bed and sucked on her pussy one more time before I got up and positioned my cock back at her entrance. Slowly easing my way inside, I gently pushed the barrier and I heard her wince.

Over the last couple months, she had bumped into and talked with Martha, a girl who was about 5'10" tall and while she didn't have much of a chest, she was very pretty with a nice sprinkling of freckles across the middle of her face. She had light brown hair usual braided and pale green eyes. During the warm months, she favored short shorts which allowed everyone to see a lovely toned and very tanned pair of muscular legs and they were topped with an equally impressive tight ass. Emily had on occasion wondered what they would feel like and would Martha be able to wrap them tightly around her waist if somehow they hooked up and need to grind their pussies together. With thoughts like this swi

She was a good kisser. Emerald Smith, making out with Sasha Pierson, the perfect cinematography to any lesbian porn video ever shot. The crowd that swelled up the boundary around these two begun to cheer triumphantly as the make out session ensued. Sasha's hands slowly lifted the hem of Emerald's shirt , exposing the butterfly tattoo carved on her lower back. Zac and I share cunning winks as he saluted me with his tumbler cup filled with booze.

The smell of Marcus, his velvety voice and his black eyes so deep incited her to want to get close to him and devour him with kisses, luckily her reason was stronger, just for now, she didn't know how long this would last, and it didn't help her at all to know that Vance was the same way she was. He knew what he was provoking in Camilla because he kept looking at her so seductively, as he slowly moved his hand down to her crotch. The omega didn't want to look, "don't look Camila," she mentally screamed at herself, but she didn't succeed. She was damn weak. She watched as Marcus touched his crotch over the fabric of his pants, his erection was so noticeable that Camila's face changed a thousa

Emily was simply irresistible! With lustful eyes, Winsley gulped while seeing Emily’s beautiful face and body. He already had an illusion that he was having sex with her. It made him more excited. Without delaying any moment, he then grabbed Emily away from the venue. Winsley was offered by Charlotte, Lixie, and Valerie to sleep with Emily. It was an enticing offer after all. This was what he wanted for a long time. He would get all the best from Emily tonight. “Let go…” Emily didn’t stop struggling but her words were like whispers.