Erotic Literature For Women Novels & Stories

She gasped, cumming on his face and fingers, pouring like a loosened tap. He didn’t stop, he kept sucking, licking, fingering her pussy until her legs were shaking intensely. Then he stood up and Gracie went on her knees, right in front of him. She held his cock “I will take all of your cock inside my mouth”. She said and smiled, putting his cock into her mouth, down to her throat. Inch by inch, hitting the back of her throat until spit dripped of her chin and tears ran down her cheeks, he held her hair controlling her, while thunder crashed outside. In and out until she choked and he cummed inside her mouth.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

She fucked herself hard while her other hand pinched and twisted her aching nipples, her brain replaying the feel of marcus strong hands on her breasts from the slip earlier, his powerful body pressing against her. His image in her mind pushed her over the edge. She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet, her body shaking with the first real orgasm she’d had in years. The guilt hit immediately afterward, but the pleasure lingered, leaving her breathless and shocked at how vivid the fantasy had been. The fire instead of being quenched, was highly ignited…Tamara wanted more…..wanted those strong hands to grip her boobs tightly……she wanted him to dominate her. The principal's wife slutty Era j

I could feel my pussy lips swelling, my clit starting to throb with every heartbeat. My mind started to drift. I imagined Mr. Sinclair suddenly grabbing me by the waist and lifting me onto his desk with those powerful arms. Papers would scatter everywhere as he shoved my tight pencil skirt up around my hips. He’d rip my soaked panties to the side and bury his face between my thighs without warning. That arrogant, beautiful mouth latching onto my swollen clit, sucking hard while his tongue flicked mercilessly. Those piercing blue eyes staring up at me the entire time, watching me fall apart. I’d grip his short blond hair, grinding against his face, moaning his name like a desperate slut while

A thin sheen of sweat made her skin gleam under the bedside lamp. I couldn’t breathe. My own pussy clenched hard inside my jeans, already soaking through my panties. I’d never seen another woman like this, not up close, not real. Rina was twenty-three, curvy in that soft, dangerous way, with wide hips, thick thighs, a plush ass that jiggled every time she thrust against her hand. And she was lost in it, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, and whispering dirty little things to herself I couldn’t quite catch. I should have left. Instead I pushed the door open another inch. The hinge gave the tiniest creak.

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They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

The woman on the stage moved with effortless grace, every swing of her hip and every movement of her waist causing a stir. She grabbed the pole with her eyes latched onto the crowd of lustful men, her tongue gliding across her cherry red lips on purpose. When she leaped onto the pole, curling her legs around it, with her bare breasts exposed and nipples erect, the crowd cheered, most of them shifting their hands to the growth in their pants. Her breasts were huge, so big that dragging them around had become a problem. A man needed his two hands to cup them, they were her money makers, them and her pretty, pink pussy that she only allowed special guests to see.

I growled. “You do, Eric,” she moaned loudly. “You… you have the upper hand.” “I’m so obsessed with you,” I said between hard thrusts. “I get angry when any man looks at you. Are you going to let another man touch your body?” “No,” she cried out. “My lips, my breasts, my pussy… they are all yours, Eric. My husband.” “Say it again,” I demanded, fucking her even harder. “My lips, my breasts, my pussy are all yours, Eric!”

The water rose warm and silky around her thighs, then her hips, then her waist. Elias followed close behind her, already hard. Marcus came in from the opposite side. Both men moved through the water with deliberate calm until they closed in on her. She turned between them. The moonlight caught the wet sheen on her breasts. Elias’s hands settled on her waist while Marcus’s fingers traced up her spine. “Come here,” Elias murmured against her ear, voice low and rough. He sank down onto the submerged step so that she could straddle his lap. The head of his cock nudged between her folds as the water rocked gently around them. She sank onto him in one slow slide, taking every thick inch until her