Romans & histoires Erotic Indian Stories

I gripped the edge of the counter and bit my lip to stay quiet. Richard, I whispered. Someone will hear. Then you had better stay quiet, he said. He kissed me. The kiss was deep and controlled and full of hunger. At the same time his fingers kept working between my legs, rubbing my clit through the damp fabric until my hips started to move against his hand. Soft broken sounds escaped me into his mouth. Ahhhh That feels so good Please do not stop He rubbed me harder, the heel of his hand grinding against my clit while two fingers pressed the wet cloth into my entrance. My thighs trembled. The orgasm was already building fast and sharp.

This was a goddamn crime. The hoodie had been hiding a pair of heavy, swinging breasts that looked like they weighed a perfect handful each. Her waist was narrow, dipping into wide, flared hips and a pair of thighs that looked thick enough to choke a man. He increased the speed of his hand, his palm slick with pre-cum as he gripped his cock. He closed his eyes, the image of that green bikini burned into his retinas. He didn't just want to see her…he wanted to ruin her.

I got ready to explain myself but she turned to me with a smile that had my mouth drying up instantly. She suddenly crawled to me, her hands reaching out to stroke my cock slowly as she placed a soft kiss on my lips and a soft groan of pleasure left my lips. She leaned down and licked the tip of my cock while her eyes were still on mine and I fought the urge to shove my cock deep into her warm mouth again. Fuck, she knew how to get me riled up and excited for her. “Let me show you what your whore is capable of.” She whispered as she placed another kiss on my Adam's apple and suddenly sucked on it, causing me to groan out in pleasure. I almost forgot she was experienced and not the innocent L

Her firm breasts beckon me to worship them. She caresses herself while looking me straight in the eyes. She looks sublime like this. She resembles a goddess, the goddess of lust. She takes a finger and puts it inside her cunt. This gesture makes me tremble with desire. She swirls her finger inside and pulls it out, offering it to me to taste. I open my mouth and engulf her finger. I lick it slowly, savoring her finger. But I want more, much more. I lie down in front of her, my head moving toward her cunt. I devour it with devotion. She is truly delicious, her cunt dripping with her desire opens to my tongue. I insert myself inside and slowly kiss her. "My baby… yes… Hooo…"

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

“You two always collect payment like this, or am I just special?” Roy’s laugh was low and dirty. “Special enough. Most girls don’t bend over this easy.” Hank’s thick fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and tugged once, testing. “Mouthy little thing. Bet that mouth does more than talk.” I felt the heat between my legs spike. My secret kink—the one I never admitted out loud—was already throbbing. Older men. Rough hands. Being used like I was nothing but a warm hole on the side of the road. These two had walked straight out of every filthy fantasy I’d ever gotten off to alone in the dark.

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!"

Reading his shameless fantasy, Cindy cummed like never before, flicking her clit furiously. So tonight she made a decision to make his fantasy come true. She invite Chinedu over, he was a tall, muscular Igbo bull who was also a runway model, Mark had seen pictures of his 9 inches thick, veiny black cock that made Cindy's eyes light up when she showed him the messages. The doorbell rang, making Mark's heart pound with shame and his cock throb with anticipation.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

And all because he couldn't tell her no when she told him to, “Please, please, be my partner for my next couple of pictures. I've always loved the idea of an erotic-themed photo.” But it baffled him that handling just her breasts could have elicited such response from him. He had had women thrown themselves at him - literally- and he'd been able to leave like nothing had happened. Jaz, Jaz, Jaz, She was saying beside him, “And I know you have some kinks - Fola told me- but I don't want any of that. I just want to be made love to.” She was talking in that rushy way that said she was ready to be rejected.