Novel & Cerita Erotic Fictio

Matteo burst through the door, throwing it open hard as his anxious gaze locked onto the girl shivering beneath the sheets. I averted my eyes, my face flushing a furious, burning crimson. "It’s just... me and my friend down there," I panted heavily, mimicking the breathlessness of someone caught mid-act. "We just needed a little... alone time, and..." Faking a sudden, pleasurable shudder, I locked my eyes onto him. Meanwhile, my right hand was frantically attempting to shove that encrypted phone deeper into the pocket of my linen trousers. Because of this, my movements beneath the sheets legitimately looked like I was caressing myself, riding the high of a climax.

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.

Eric appeared very open and honest. "Find me?" Fiona maintained a safe distance. Eric had consumed quite a bit and appeared sober, but there was unmistakable hints of intoxication in his eyes. "Yes." Eric took two steps towards her, and rather impolitely, reached his hand towards her face. Fiona furrowed her brows and moved away, "Mr. Eric, let's talk without physical contact." "There's a strand of hair sticking to your lips." Eric said innocently. Fiona brushed it off herself but upon seeing this, Eric leaned against the wall. He was quite a handsome foreigner, and after getting drunk, his blue eyes became even more alluring with a hazy beauty. Leaning against the wall, he exuded a sense of

“So you want to torture me?” I asked, my voice already weak and quiet. “I like to call that edging,” he said. “Sounds less torture-y.” He chuckled once again, but I was already lost to the pleasure that was building in my body. My right hand was rubbing my clit slowly, while my left one had gone to my breasts and was squeezing them, pinching my nipples from time to time. “Your body was made to be painted like that,” he commented, his words hitting me right at the core.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

“Louder. Tell me what a depraved slut you are for your father-in-law.” “I’m your depraved slut!” I cried. “I’ve been fantasizing about your cock since you moved in. I touch myself thinking about you while Mark is at work. Please, make me squirt all over you!” That was all it took. He drove into me with punishing force, his thumb rubbing my clit mercilessly. “Come,” he growled. “Squirt on my cock right now.”

Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in on

I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness. Steve’s tongue, God, his tongue. Flat and relentless, lapping from bottom to top, flicking my clit until my hips bucked. I mimicked it now, sliding my finger up to that sensitive nub, rubbing in slow, firm circles. Pleasure sparked, low and building, my breath hitching. Josh entered the fantasy then. Tall, scarred, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until they peaked hard. I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick.

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the