Romans & histoires Erotic Litt

I could barely breathe. I didn’t care that I couldn’t either. I needed it. Eros continued to spear deep into my soaked pussy, fucking in and out while he growled filthy words against my folds. “So fucking wet for us, lykaki. This greedy little cunt is dripping down my chin.” Then he did something I wasn’t expecting. He spat on my clit. The warm glob landed perfectly before he slurped it up along with my juices, sucking hard on my swollen nub until my legs shook violently over his shoulders.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

Victor sensed it and pulled back once more, kissing her inner thighs while his fingers teased her entrance without pushing in. "Please," Lena whispered. Her voice shook. "Victor, I need it." He surfaced again, water dripping from his chin. He kissed her deeply, his hand cupping one of her breasts and pinching the nipple. "Beg a little more," he said against her lips. "I love hearing it." Lena's chest heaved. The warm water lapped at her skin. "Please lick me. Make me come. I can't take it anymore." Victor smiled and dove under for the third time. He attacked her pussy with renewed focus. His tongue pressed hard against her clit and moved in tight, fast circles.

The sensation was overwhelming; Marcus thick cock and Sarah’s tongue teasing my clit. I came again, harder this time. Marcus switched again, pulling out and positioning Sarah on all fours on the desk beside me. He fucked her roughly while I watched. Sarah’s breasts bounced with every thrust and her moans were loud and needy. “Elena,” he commanded. “Come and lick her clit while I fuck her.” I obeyed, sliding underneath Sarah in a sixty-nine position. Her pussy hovered over my face, glistening and dripping from Marcus's cock. I licked her eagerly, tasting her sweetness, she moaned and lowered her mouth back in my pussy, licking me in return while Marcus kept slamming into her.

" I ask as I step back from her. My cock is thick and hard for her and she knows it. We both do, but I'm gonna make her wait. I begin to stroke myself. My cock doesn't like it. It wants Loretta . “When you act out there will always be punishments and you know this"I murmur. “I’ll be good.” She clasps her hands together. “I promise, Eric. I'll be a good girl. Exactly what you want. However you like it.” “However I like it?” I ask, stepping toward her, unable to resist her charms, her curves, those tits. Fuck. They're huge. I squeeze her ass cheeks; they’re so nice and juicy.

“We both know Eric’s busy. Why waste time on my pathetic little sister when you could have me? You know I’m better, Killian.” Her hand slid lower, her fingertips brushing over my sweatpants. She pushed her chest out, trying to make me look. I didn’t. Her tits were fake and obvious; nothing like Olivia’s soft, perfect ones that fit my palms like they were made for me. Disgust curled in my gut. This was Eric’s woman. His whore. And here she was rubbing herself on me like a bitch in heat. Eric really was blind. Lupiter leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “I’m tighter, Killian. Wetter. I’ll let you do whatever you want. Anywhere. Right now if you—”

Chapter – 0002 Lila POV I walked into the lecture hall for my required Intro to Erotic Literature seminar with my thighs still sore from last night and my mind a complete mess. The campus was buzzing with first-day energy students laughing, comparing schedules, flirting shamelessly but all I could think about was Damon’s thick cock stretching me open in that dark art studio. The way he hadn’t pulled out even after the mask slipped. The way he’d thrust one last time while I came around him like a desperate whore.

The enjoyment, exuberance and ebullience attached with their perspiration and panting breath, seemed to be endlessly continuous on their hot bed at that night. “You’re mine, Eriwan… Say that you’re mine, Eriwan…” hissed and growled Erito at the cliff of the enjoyment sensation burning at his underpart down there. “I’m yours, Erito… From my hair to toes, I’m yours, Erito… Have me for the rest of your life… How about you, Erito? Are you mine? Or are you Renata Limidius’?” asked Eriwan in the middle of his panting breath, his lots of perspiration and his enjoyment sensation flinging him to the middle of the cyclone and hurricane of the heaven horizon up there.