Erotic Literature Creampie の小説・ストーリー

I begged, tears streaming, body quivering uncontrollably. My legs shook, clit hypersensitive, each slide of his length pushing me past my limits. But his stamina held—he groaned deeply, hips snapping faster, ignoring my pleas. "My spoiled little slut, cumming again? You love it, don't you? Addicted to Daddy's cock already." The degradation fueled me, turning the overstimulation into something obsessive, my mind narrowing to him: his musk and sweat scent filling my lungs, his groans like music, the way he owned every inch of me.

“Taste it. Taste what you did. What we did.” He forced his fingers past her lips. The flavor was complex—her own tang, the bitter salt of other men, the unmistakable musk of raw sex. She sucked on them, her eyes rolling back, a fresh wave of shameful arousal drowning her anger. Satisfied, he unzipped his jeans. His thick cock, already fully hard, sprang free. He rubbed the head through the soaked, sensitive folds of her pussy, gathering the mixed fluids. “This is what you do to me,” he hissed. “You make me a fucking animal. You make me want to share you and then reclaim you.”

He was huge, throbbing under her touch. She unzipped him, freeing his cock that was so long, veined, the head already glistening with precum. She stroked him firmly, twisting her wrist at the tip. "This is what you've been thinking about in my lectures, isn't it? Your cock getting hard while I talk about desire in literature." "Every fucking day," he admitted, voice rough. He shoved her skirt up to her waist, finding her soaked panties. Two thick fingers pushed the lace aside and plunged into her slick pussy, curling against that perfect spot inside her.

I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs. My nipples tightened against the lace of my bra, pressing noticeably against my blouse if the light hit just right. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. He continued, voice growing richer. “Degradation adds to the intensity. Calling her my filthy whore while she’s soaked and desperate. Pinning her down, yanking her hair, slamming into her from behind until she’s screaming. And breeding… the fantasy of pumping load after load into her unprotected pussy, filling her until she’s overflowing, imagining her swelling with my seed. Marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.”

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“Why go inside? Isn’t it just glorious out here?” She placed both hands on the railing and leaned over to look down at the beach. He reached under her and caressed her supple breasts, squeezing them firmly in his hands. Freddie ran his fingers along her spine and grasped her hips. As she rose onto her tiptoes, he slid into her, stroking back and forth. She moaned deeply while biting her bottom lip. Freddie glanced out at the ocean waves crashing against the beach and felt the salt air gusting and it made him think about how incredibly erotic all this was. Steadily he increased his pace. Her contracting muscles pushed him to the threshold of another mind-boggling climax.

There was something very innocent and yet highly erotic about this new position. “Enough,” he growled at last. “I’ll never last if you don’t stop, and I want to make you cum first.” “You always do,” she told him, licking her lips and tasting the saltiness of his pre-ejaculation across her mouth. Creighton moaned softly as he stretched out across her body, holding his weight off her enough to prevent causing her pain. He kissed his way back down her until his feet touched the floor, then slowly licked the initials painted across her beautiful body.

My pussy was already coated with Jonathan’s saliva so he slipped in easily. He thrusted into me repeatedly, grunting at almost every stroke. My legs hiked up high toward my chest until my knees were practically touching my ears. Jonathan, meanwhile, grabbed Claire and flipped her into all fours, her chest resting on the sofa armrest while her hips were thrust high into the air. Chris increased his thrust, hitting my g-spot and I felt my insides start to tighten. “I’m gonna fuc..king cum.” I said breathless "Hold it," Chris whispered to me, his hand coming down and delivering a sharp slap on my pussy that left a stinging red mark. "Don't you dare come until I tell you."

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo