Novel & Cerita Erotic Gyno Stories

She kept the pressure on until Claire was crying, until her body was so exhausted from the intensity of the orgasm that she could barely stand… Then, Colette pulled her fingers out, licked them clean, and looked at Claire with a dark, predatory hunger. "Strip," Colette commanded. "Get on the table." Claire scrambled to obey, pulling off her habit, her undergarments, everything, until she was lying vulnerable and exposed on the polished wood. Colette didn't wait. She climbed onto the table, straddling Claire. She spat onto her hand, smeared the saliva over her own clit, then wet Claire’s clit with the same fluid. She aligned their vulvas, the wet, skin-on-skin contact sparking a new wave of h

He must be feeling the same because his hands knead harder, his kisses get more feverish, and I can feel his hardness start to poke against my ass. First Guy captures my lips in his again, threading his fingers in my hair. His kiss is heated and urgent, turning me on faster than anyone has ever done. I’m the only one naked while both are still dressed. I can feel my wetness increasing, and my body starts aching for some relief. The air gets hotter, and I can feel his cock poking my lower belly. I’m sandwiched between cocks, and the thought alone makes me almost come.

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.

The brothers interrogated me and even though I’d only half heard them, I responded as much as I could and sometimes, my response would come out as gibberish but they didn’t seem to care. I moved my fingers from the confines of my tight pussy, up to clit as I moved my fingers in circles, breathing heavily and moaning so loudly that everyone else in the room had stopped just to watch us. I could feel my orgasm building up and ready to crash down on me like a wrecking ball as I flicked my fingers across my sensitive clit. “How do you feel now that you’ve left your pussy ass gay boyfriend?” Atlas asked and I drew in a sharp breath as I pumped my fingers into myself faster.

I groaned loudly as I kept thrusting inside her, hitting her G-spot over and over again without mercy. ‎"Ahhhh... Tyson... Tyson, Tyson... I'm about to cum... Ahhh fuck... Tyson," Anny gasped. ‎I groaned as I quickened my pace, slamming deeper, and our orgasms broke out at the same time. She clenched her pussy tightly around my cock as I spilled my hot seed inside her. I leaned down and our mouths met in a breathless, messy kiss. ‎Our bodies were still shaking from the kiss when Anny's phone rang. She leaned over, with her boobs rising and falling, and picked the phone from the bedside table.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

I groaned with my stiff member grinding against Sera’s abdomen. I urged her to lie down on the desk and spread her legs in an M shape giving me full view of the her sweet parts. My lustful gaze was concentrated on her vagina imagining a million ways in which I would make her cum tonight. Sera, who was looking up to the ceiling, was waiting patiently for some sweet loving and I obeyed. With a crackling sound, I opened a bottle of lubricant and the sweet scent of rosemary permeated the air. My two large hands stained with lubricant slithered on her skin from under the skirt moving upwards to her aroused nipples and that earned me numerous moans.

They caressed one another as they danced, hands fondling breasts, nipples, fingers playing with rosebud nether regions and spreading scented oil and love-fluid over ripe labia and prominent clits. Karen stared down at Mallory and his eyes opened, meeting hers, mockery in their golden depths. Celine worked harder, and his expression changed to the intense look of a man about to come. He gasped, reared against her pubis, gave a loud groan and spent himself inside her. On cue, the other girls entered the bed, wrapping their limbs round him till his body was buried in silken, aromatic flesh.

she told her friend. I quickly placed a nice fat pillow under Jenny’s anus. The sight of that beautiful hairless cunt was something to behold. Her lips were red puffy and swollen from the pussy pounding she’d just been given. And she was ready for more. A lot more! Rob knelt between my wife’s legs. Once again I looked at him, a small unsure of the whole situation that was developing here. Admittedly however, the whole crazy thing was erotic as hell. I’d always wondered