Erotic Beatuies Novels & Stories

She's a calculated bitch in designer heels. Her lips are full, courtesy of vials and vials of filler. Cheekbones so sharp they could cut glass, fake breasts that defy gravity, and a BBL that makes her silhouette scream artificial. How the hell I ever thought this woman was attractive is beyond me. Now, I can't stand the sight of her. My tastes have changed. Evolved and refined. I want something real. And that's Beatrice. She's real body, mind, and soul. No plastic mask behind a pretty face, no ulterior motive or angle. She's not here for my name and what that could give her, and that makes her more irresistible than any polished facade like Moris could ever be.

" I ask as I step back from her. My cock is thick and hard for her and she knows it. We both do, but I'm gonna make her wait. I begin to stroke myself. My cock doesn't like it. It wants Loretta . “When you act out there will always be punishments and you know this"I murmur. “I’ll be good.” She clasps her hands together. “I promise, Eric. I'll be a good girl. Exactly what you want. However you like it.” “However I like it?” I ask, stepping toward her, unable to resist her charms, her curves, those tits. Fuck. They're huge. I squeeze her ass cheeks; they’re so nice and juicy.

His aim was to awaken Beatrice's primary erogenous zone. "Oh! Babe! What are you doing?" Beatrice exclaimed in disbelief at what she had just experienced. Her eyes widened due to the sensations Sam was providing. Her intimate area seemed to be twisted slowly while Sam's thrusts intensified. The synchronized movements made Beatrice a mess, shattered by desire. Every nerve in her body was stimulated, causing her to moan louder. "Babe! Oh my god! Oh!" Sam continued to stimulate her there, with undiminished intensity. In fact, he became more enthusiastic as he entered Beatrice, who was spread wide open.

I growled. “You do, Eric,” she moaned loudly. “You… you have the upper hand.” “I’m so obsessed with you,” I said between hard thrusts. “I get angry when any man looks at you. Are you going to let another man touch your body?” “No,” she cried out. “My lips, my breasts, my pussy… they are all yours, Eric. My husband.” “Say it again,” I demanded, fucking her even harder. “My lips, my breasts, my pussy are all yours, Eric!”

Ero **** on the first date she confided in me i have a chromosomal disorder, disorder, disorder i need love and pain strangely mixed together my elixirs i suffer reality distoooorrtions a ghastly Vatican of ****** compulsions my soul is black matter my **** a seething cauldron of despicable desire my *** cries for homicidal cruelty mold me into a ******* fold me like a two dollar beach chair the wrong way tear me to bits unwind my intestine eat me like a blood ******* ghoul make me squirm like an anime victim i thought oh finally a soul mate with soul strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics hot girl creeping grimacing at me meandering conjurations by ****** contortions stunning

There was nothing else in this world except Nate , his body, and the outstanding pleasure he was giving her. Lowering down and hooking his forearms under her shoulders, he kissed her, and the angle provided a new thrill, hitting her in just the right way to stimulate her G-spot and bump into her clit in blissful alternation. Quickening his rough thrusting, Nate grunted in her ear, pounding harder, and she couldn’t spread her legs wide enough, loving every inch of him. He was so sexy, sounding like an animal, and she could feel dew beads of sweat erupting along his strong back as she stroked it.

Lucas dared to come closer, pressed Luna Lee's body to the door of the community room and one of his arms pressed against the wall beside Luna Lee's head. Lucas remembered his erotic dream a while ago. Luna Lee's beauty so seduced his mind that Lucas grabbed those tiny red lips impatiently.

Much love to all my loyal readers! Beauty and the Beta Kimmy is an old maid in her pack, having had the mating age pass her by without ever finding her match. She has no love life, no job, and ultimately no purpose in her life. She feels like she is lost and adrift in life. Suffice it to say, she is miserable. She is looking for something to shake up the monotony of her boring, every day life.

He didn't even know how to react. He rose and moved toward me. Just as he reached out, ready to close his hand around my throat, the drug surged through him again. Grinding his teeth, he gave up, thinking, 'So be it. Grant humans five years. Such lowly creatures can't even stir up any real trouble.' But then he found himself noticing something else—his queen was strikingly beautiful. Her smile was bright, her eyes clear and unruffled when awake, as if nothing in the world surprised her. Yet asleep, stripped of her defenses, she looked like the innocent girl she still was at her age.

They were also filthy rich and were amongst the top 10 list of most eligible, rich and youngest bachelor in town. Every lady craved them and constantly threw themselves at their feets. I wondered why, until, I caught Killian, during the company's 10th year anniversary party in the restroom, using just his finger to make Brittany, a fellow worker cum like crazy. Her legs were literally shaking, tears rolling down her cheeks as his fingers pumped into her hard. Afterwards, he made her kneel and suck his cock. Killian fucked her throat hard, gripping her neck tightly till she couldn't breathe and was coughing badly.