Eriotic Stories 소설 & 이야기

Amanda lay sprawled across the living-room rug, body slick with sweat and cum, chest heaving as the five men circled her like predators who’d already tasted blood. Diego’s massive cock was still half-hard, glistening with her juices and his own release; Tyler’s curved shaft twitched at the sight of her ruined holes leaking thick white ropes down her inner thighs. Kelvin, Jace, and Marcus stroked themselves lazily—cocks shiny, veins pulsing, ready for round three, four, whatever it took to break her completely.

I took a glimpse of my watch and turned back to her. “It is almost time for Physics class,we have to go and grab lunch.” “Sure…” We started walking to the cafeteria and I could swear that I caught Anna throwing weird stares at me. We stood on the line with our trays in our hands. Anna bent over and whispered into my ears. “Maybe we should read some of your erotic stories while we eat.” My body went cold. There was no way in hell I was letting someone else read my diary. There were quite a lot of erotic and sex scenes in it and the worst part was that they were not mine. They were about my friends or random students I randomly pair up in my head.

She saw his cock bulging against his pants. He gasped for breath and fidgeted with his zipper, trying to adjust and make room for his thickening cock. “Do you know, I’ve never had anyone kiss me here,” she said and spread her lips to show the rosy bud of her clit. He stared. “Do you know how many things I’ve always wanted to do, that I’ve wanted to feel?” She asked him, innocent of what her question meant to him.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

I could already feel my balls tightening, but I fought it, focusing on her pleasure like she taught me. “Fuck… you’re doing so good for your first time,” she gasped between kisses, nails lightly dragging down my back. “Keep going. Fill this pussy. Make me cum on your cock next.” I kept thrusting into Elara in steady, deep strokes, her silky walls gripping me perfectly. But something inside me snapped. All the weeks—no, months—of celibacy, the frustration, the games… they ignited at once. My hips suddenly snapped forward, harder, faster, pounding into her with long, powerful strokes that made the chaise creak beneath us.

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

Eric :this is the 3rd to the last pose of the day ,so let’s stay here for a little while,stretching our legs,back and arms. I heard a rip and the cold air,brushed past my bare pussy, he pulled his dick, my pussy was already soaking wet, and I didn’t care how wrong this was.. I just needed something inside me. Eric: I need every one to him their favourite song, something that connects you to you favourite time in life.

He ground his thick cock against Todd's, denim straining. "Feel that? That's how bad I want you." Todd's hips jerked forward, chasing the friction. His pulse roared in his ears. "Fuck—yes."Rico kicked off his shorts, his erection springing free. He spat into his palm, stroking himself slow as he backed Todd against the weight rack. "Legs up," he commanded, lifting Todd's thighs over his shoulders. The first press burned. Todd hissed, muscles trembling, but Rico's grip kept him spread wide.

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.