Erotic Beatuies Novels & Stories

I rasped, my face burying into the crook of her neck as I started a fast, relentless rhythm. I didn't hold back. The fury about Beatrice, the frustration at my own lack of control, the possessive urge to mark her so deeply she would never think about leaving this penthouse—it all poured into the way I moved my hips. The loud, wet slapping sound of our skin hitting together filled the quiet bedroom, a raw, vulgar noise that echoed off the glass windows. I reached down, grabbing her ass cheeks, lifting her higher off the mattress to deepen the angle with every single plunge.

Berry said. “Thank you, Sir. I just came from a beauty salon and the staff did their jobs really well.” Clarissa was a little embarrassed to speak but she found the courage to do so. “See, I told you, Berry. She does look like our favorite Spanish Miss Universe.” Bamby cut in the conversation. “Truly, her features are amazing and I am sure that my clothes will make her look more regal,” Berry responded.

[Valerie] I was stunned by the mighty being who towered above me; her hair white as snow, billowing out behind her in the wind as she stretched out pale arms and the werewolves around us fell in submission. Her eyebrows matched her hair, and her eyes remained a faded shade of the red they were before she transformed. She was otherworldly - taller than most humans, her skin almost as white as her hair, but still, she was mesmerizing in all her beauty. She seemed delicate, as if her bones may break at the slightest touch, but when she spoke, through blood-red lips, she sounded as fierce as her werewolf looked.

An unforgettable sex was always done with those who did not care about the dirt of sex until exhaustion, with the excessive heat and disheveled hair, and not even with spanking in the ass and hair pulls. Women who surrendered easily to that were the best in the world. And I loved the bbws. Because they used to like something stronger during the H hour. Not to mention everything there was to play during the act. I had an intimate speech that chubby women were like pots of honey, where you could smear and delight for long hours, without ever getting sick. And it was my favorite type, besides the type that my radar attracted the most. Throughout my life, I've never been with a thin and model gi

So we all stared at Becka with mouth agape as she gave First a cold stare. "I don't like anyone questioning my combative abilities cause I tend to give them samples that leave a permanent mark so that they won't forget it." Becka said without removing the bread knife. No one dared to stop her or hold her hand cause one wrong move and it'll hit First's eye. But her grip is firm and steady. If something would happen, it would be First's fault cause he moved and he provoked her in the first place. I gulped as I saw how nervous First is and how he tried his best to not move even an inch, afraid that Becky would really attack him.

Anyone in the city knows what went douleur est érotique. He sat down, the beer by his right and the masked girl dancing in front of him. She swayed from left to right, twisting almost like a snake. She bends, brushing her fingers against his bulge. Fuck. His nether rose to the call. He was not getting it out. The girl was giving the best, but not enough to override the demons. “What do think she would look like dead” one said. She continued to move, this time falling on his thighs. She ground her way, roughing his trousers but it was only making the whispers loud.

The moment had come, and the MC announced the arrival of the Enchantress on the stage. The uproar of the crowd suddenly hailed in the room. She was like a goddess of seduction being worshiped by men. Eric looked at the stage with his target performing sexy dances. His eyes were entertained by how gracefully moved her hips while she was just wearing a strapless white fur bra paired with a white fur panty with white knee-high boots. Her glassy white skin illuminated with the light shimmering like she was an expensive dancing human glass. Absentmindedly, Eric put his index finger on his lower lip.

The raw power she exuded, coupled with her unwavering determination, was a potent aphrodisiac that stirred my senses. As I walked back to the pack, my thoughts swirled with a heady mix of admiration and longing. My body responded to the memory of Beatrice's skill, and an undeniable hardness threatened to betray my desires. I discreetly adjusted himself, hoping to quell the rising tension that pulsed through me.

" Ericka gives him a short smirk to taunt him, but then she smiles back because she feels uncomfortable and weird when Darwin glances at her from head to toe; she feels like she's in a boiling pot because Teddy scolded her and treated her like a strange ball. However, she also experiences an odd feeling that her sex desires become active when she sees Darwin's bearded face, his glistening blue eyes, and the muscles that sprung out of his body when he pounded the large tree trunk with his father's sharp bolo. "Kuya Darwin, what a remarkable man you are. Without a doubt, Natalia was unable to control her orgasm upon seeing you.” She teases, her eyes darting around with nervousness, pausing bri

everything. Her voice is a thread of honey, sweet and trembling. She arches imperceptibly against me, and I feel her bottom press against my lower belly. My member, still semi-hard, twitches against her. She feels it, and instead of pulling away, she undulates slightly, a silent invitation. My God, what a woman. The most beautiful, the most desirable I have ever touched. Her perfect curves, her porcelain skin, those green eyes that pierce me... and this narrowness, this heat that constricts me like a velvet vise. Béatrice was generous, expert, but Aurélie... she is innocence and fire, purity and vice intertwined.