Erotic Femdom Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

he says. The beast of a man lowers himself so his face is between my legs, his big, grey beard tickling my open thighs as he sweeps his tongue against me. I use my fingers to spread myself, and his tongue finds my clit. He sucks until I cry out, and I buck harder, frantic. User 677 is going to make me come… and he knows it. He feels it. Yes. I’m ready. I’m fucking ready. But he’s not. He laughs as he pulls his face away, beard glistening. “You won’t come until I let you, you understand?”

“Tonight I decided to give my dirty little secret slut exactly what she needs, two cocks instead of one.” He shoves me onto my back and climbs between my trembling legs. His thick cock slaps wetly against my swollen, sensitive clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I gasp at the contact. “Tell him, Sandra, tell Derick how long you’ve been fucking your stepfather behind your mom’s back.” My cheeks burn hot with shame but my hips roll up desperately, begging for more. “Months,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. “I’ve been letting daddy fuck me for months. I can’t stop and I don’t want to stop.”

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“Fuck back at me.” I grip the headboard and do my best, banging back- ward onto his cock. However hard I try, I can’t match the power and depth of his thrusts. “You do it, please,” I wheedle. “You’re better at it than I am.” He laughs quietly, withdraws and flips me over because by that point I’m extremely pliant and flippable. He pushes my legs back and fucks me as if his life depends on it. He’s making huffy, spittly noises and he claws my tits, practically using them to gain purchase. Sweat from his forehead sprinkles my face. I wish I could lick him. Inside me, he’s enormous, relentless, ferocious, and I’m loving every second because, as I said to the lady, sugar upsets my vagina. I need

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

The feeling was amazing, I could feel another wave of pleasure already coming. "You love being fucked in the ass, huh?" He said teasingly. He removed his hands from my breasts. He grabbed my hips firmly. His movements became more aggressive with each thrust. He was like an animal chasing his release, and I loved it. I arced my back, letting him go deeper. He spanked my ass in turn, slamming into me even harder than before. "Who does this pussy belong to", he asked in a groan. "Damon!", I screamed.