Novel & Cerita Erotic Beatuies

He cursed under his breath and went full beast mode— Thrusting into her deeper, angling up to hit her G-spot with ruthless precision. Beauty’s eyes rolled back, then fluttered as her head tilted. She gasped and mouthed inaudible gibberish. Her trembling hands reached for his and clung tight like her life depended on it as she climbed toward yet another earth-shattering orgasm. The thwack...thwack...thwack of Bruno’s heavy, wet balls slapping against her soft ass echoed through the room, as Beauty met him thrust for thrust.

Admittedly, as much as I try to hide it, it does make my throat go a little dry. Neil and Archer are fantastic lovers. Generous, yet demanding. Though the two of them vied for displays of power and speed rather than finesse. Beau’s swaying hips promised pleasures unknown, rocked out of me one sway after titillating sway. I hate to admit the thought is appealing and I’m horny again. It must be my werewolf healing ability, recovering me from one orgasm to the next. “Am I winning you over?” Beau asks. Some of the rage has simmered from his eyes now. In its place are sparks of mischief and confidence. He knows exactly what he’s doing. And he knows damn well that it’s working.

She smiled around the toe. This seemed to give the manager a new desire to act. Erika moved quickly now, her fingers curling fast inside of Allie's asshole and her fingers flying over Allie's clit. Allie moved in unison with Erika, pressing her nipples on the cold floor. She felt the orgasm building a long way out. She grunted and begged Erika not to stop. Erika pushed harder. Allie felt her legs flopping on the floor. Then, it felt like Allie's body was coming apart at the seams. It felt like she was ceasing to exist but that felt like a good thing. Her eyes closed. She had no idea what sort of noises she was making. Her entire world was transcendent pleasure. She was pleasure, and that mea

Facing them both, Penelope urged Pierre to fuck Beatrice and make her cum too. Beatrice turned sideways. She kissed Penelope and wiggled her ass invitingly for Pierre. He lost no time in going around behind her. He placed his massive cock up against her ass and she pushed back. She stroked her clit as he pumped her hot pussy with the same relentless strokes he had reduced Penelope to a quivering mass of nerves with.

The look in her eyes sent shockwaves through him. Cassandra finally removed his belt, unzipped his pants, and pushed them down. They slid down his long legs, and he stepped out of them. Cassandra took his lips in hers possessively, bent on practicing all she had learned from the internet. She turned him around and pushed him onto the bed. Eros must have been surprised by it all because he watched her with keen interest mixed with surprise. She sashayed to the music player, turned on slow music, and then turned the light red. Eros sat up on the bed, watching what she was doing. She picked the cuffs from the dresser and a mask; Eros smirked as she started to twist her body to the rhythm of the

he mumbled between licks, tears still dripping. Beatrice went next. She pushed him onto his back again, mounting him reverse, her ass cheeks spreading as she impaled herself. "Your turn to watch me take him," she taunted Clara and me. His cock, still semi-hard, stiffened fully inside her, and she rode with abandon, her pussy slurping around him. I fingered myself lazily, watching the way her ass jiggled, the sweat beading on her back. Clara joined, rubbing her tits against Beatrice's arm while plunging fingers into her own ass.

"I'm yours! I'm your filthy girl! Please... Beatrice... I want it!" Beatrice dropped the crop and spun Thalia around, shoving her back onto the desk. She ripped the silk drawers aside, exposing Thalia's dripping, swollen pussy to the flickering candlelight. Beatrice didn't hesitate, she dived between Thalia's legs, her tongue a broad, punishing tool that lashed at her clit with a rhythmic violence. "Worship me," Beatrice grunted against her skin, her fingers digging into Thalia's thighs.

The nightclub thrummed with pulsing beats, the air thick with sweat, perfume, and the unmistakable scent of sex. Trixie, a tall, statuesque beauty with cascading brown hair and piercing blue eyes, prowled the dance floor like a predator stalking her prey. Her tight black dress hugged her curves, the deep V-neck revealing an ample expanse of cleavage that drew the eyes of every man in the room.

I asked, my heart racing as I looked around for the beast. The man walked over to me, placing his hands on my face as he gazed up at me. "I am the beast," he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. As I moved closer to him, I inhaled his musky scent mixed with a hint of pine. It was a heady aroma that filled my senses, making me feel dizzy with desire. I slowly placed my head on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart against my ear.

And I want a front-row seat to the fireworks when she does. A sound draws my attention—heels against marble. I glance up. And there she is. Walking into the room like she owns it now. That dress, cut hard across the middle of her breasts, pulls my eyes in and doesn’t let go. It’s too fucking distracting. Bare shoulders, that slit showing just enough of her thighs. Her pink lips, pale blonde hair, feather-soft skin, I want to bruise it with my touch. She’s learning. Lesson one: Desire is a weapon.