Erotic Christmas Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Tell the people watching what you want.” She was panting, her vision blurring. The words came out, husky and broken. “I… I want it. I want all of it. Fuck me. Use me.” The chat exploded with new messages. The finger in her ass withdrew, replaced by the blunt, terrifying head of a new cock. Marcus roared, driving into her pussy with a final, deep thrust. Jax shoved his cock back into her mouth, down to the base.

Eric says, “I know babe, I want to go on too, believe me. Feel my boner.” Eric grabs his cock with one hand and rubs it between my slippery folds. While he says in my ear, “After your surprise, I will sink my cock very deep inside you, I promise.” I swear hearing this in my ear made my nipples hard, my pussy throb, and I became wet with aroused. I could not help but moan. Eric smiles, kisses me on the lips and lifts me off the ground as he tells me, “Come on babe, we must go. Let's get dressed. It's time to give you your ANOTHER birthday present.”

Eric was close, almost uncomfortably so, staring up a few inches from where his wife's pussy was being practically split open by Dex's cock. "God, baby, his cock is so perfect," Vicky said. "Don't you love seeing my pussy like this?" "So much," he said. "I'm so glad he agreed to be your lover." Nicole whimpered, biting Dexter's shoulder as she continued to watch. He guessed that she'd just worked an orgasm from herself. Whimpering, Vicky quickly built up her own orgasm, cumming as Eric leaned in and started to strum a finger across her clit. Dex didn't feel any masculine fingers on anything of his, so he knew he was being extra careful.

He laughed, thrust lazily once more. “Whatever you want, baby. As long as I get to fill this pussy every Christmas.” She kissed him again, tasting fake snow and cum. “Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

And, of course, my body does whatever he says. “Clever girl,” he coos, climbing back up my body, and brushing the hair from my damp forehead. I push his boxers down, letting his dick spring free, and move my hand up and down it, watching his eyes roll back in his head. “Tell me what you want for a Christmas, Niklaus.” He thrusts into my hand slowly. “How can you still think about Christmas when I just made you come twice?” “Because it’s important to me to do something nice for you.”

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

Outside, his crew shouted, the night pulling them back to reality. Christine slid off him, adjusting her clothes with shaky hands, the ache between her legs a reminder of what they'd done. Gerrick tucked himself away, but his eyes never left her, intense and searching. As they climbed out into the cold, the snow swirling around them, she felt the heat lingering inside, a promise of more clashes, more fire. Christmas Eve had saved her life, but Gerrick had ignited something deeper, uncontrollable and utterly alive.

The Christmas music in the background was a familiar song with the refrain "Let it snow, let it snow..." Beth sang, "Let it grow, let it grow..." She could see his cock trapped and bent down in his briefs. The tip was swollen and sticking out the leg hole of his underwear. A thin bead of precum was dripping down his hairy leg. "My, my Santa, it looks like such a big north pole you have. And there's a melting icicle dripping from it. mmmm." Beth licked her lips. "You're so naughty little girl. Naughty girls get sticks for Christmas." He teased her. His hands felt wonderful on her breasts. "Oh Santa Naughty girls get pricks not sticks. Long hard pricks."

She smirked and without a warning grabbed his collar, taking him into a kiss of eternal salvation and a source of rapture, earning a cheering sound from behind. April smirked and poked Erich with her elbow, "Five thousand dollars." She recalled while Erich's jaw dropped. What the-" He was at a loss for words, "What's wrong with brides?" "That's Red." "Oh, yeah. You can expect it." He nodded. Back to Red who kissed intensely, letting out all her emotions of love invoked in her with craving. Lucifer, being a master with no experience, wrapped his hand around her, pulled her close and moved his lips in accordance with hers, taking the lead.

Just a sound I couldn’t place at first… A breathy gasp. A low moan. A definitely-masculine groan. My brain whispered don’t, but my feet were already moving. Curiosity and stupidity are twin demons, apparently. I walked into the bedroom and—boom—Christmas was cancelled. There he was. Gabby my boyfriend of five years. The man who’d sworn he “respected my boundaries.” Yeah. No. He respected d*ck. Specifically, the one currently inside him. The scene was something out of a dirty novella I never wanted to star in—both of them tangled in sheets, bodies moving, breathless, lost in their own little universe.