Erotic Paragraphs Novels & Stories

She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene. Travis's hands grasped her hips, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Are you ready, Sadile?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a jolt of excitement through her. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that

Violent. My whole body locked, my back bowing, my thighs quaking, my toes curling so hard they cramped. My pussy clamped down in rhythmic, and frantic pulses, milking him as wave after wave crashed through me. Slick heat gushed around his shaft, soaking us both. Eric’s control snapped.

I bit my lips, my hips jerking, Begging to be touched. And then I felt it, his fingers sliding into my pants.

Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops. Marcus screamed through the ring gag, but it came out as a wet gargle. The five demons circled Lila slowly, breathing heavy, sulfur and raw lust thick in the air. She stood there trembling, cum still leaking down her thighs from the first two, but her pussy was clenching visibly, hungry for more.

I kissed her neck and slipped my hand beneath her nightgown. But a strange feeling came over me. The memory of Lauren's body from the night before was still fresh in my mind. When my fingers touched Marie's waist, I felt a small shudder run through me. Marie's body could not compare to Lauren's at all. Marie had started to sag in certain places, and her skin was looser. Lauren had been tight and firm, nothing like this. More importantly, I had spent myself completely the night before. I had no energy left. When I got on top of my wife, I struggled to aroused, and even then, I could barely keep it up.

Eric beckoned to his lady while he laid arms and legs opened wide. She crawled in the middle of his opened legs and stopped where the space had ended. She pulled off the pink underwear he was wearing and used her hand to erect his dark limp. “Uhh! Yummy” She commented to the erection and swallowed the top of the rod. “Ahh! Ahh!” Eric kept panting in pleasure. “I can do this all day” he said with satisfaction. “Then call me whenever you need me, I will be here for you” his last assured him.

She should forget about her embarrassment. She lifted one leg and slung it over his shoulder as she clung even harder to his neck so that she would not fall. She saw the sudden change in his expression. His eyes seemed to be on fire as he stared at her. Does the man still feel lust even if he is no longer erected? She inadvertently moaned when his hand caressed her raised thigh. The warmth of his palms on her skin was making her feel hot. She didn't expect him to kiss her thigh.

I felt that huge length throbbing inside me deeper and hitting the right spot. It tickles me, my whole body was wrap with sweat, the heat that containing our body filled us and also the insane sensation forming inside me... "Filled me with your juices, my love... F*ck me until I can't walked or even woke up early—ugh! Yes! Yes!" "You are mine, Erika. Only mine, do you understand me?" I nodded, "Y-yes... I am freaking yours! Oh my gosh! Harder, baby! Harder!"

I really do. The first paragraph is about expectation damages. I read it once. Twice. The words slide past without sticking. All I can feel is the plug—thick, unyielding, pressing right where I’m most sensitive. Every time I shift to get comfortable, it nudges deeper, sending sparks up my spine. My cock strains harder against the cage, pre-cum dripping steadily now, pooling on the chair beneath me. I’m making a mess and I can’t even touch myself to fix it. I read the paragraph again. Still nothing. My mind keeps drifting back to Marcus, the way he’d fucked my face earlier until I was crying and swallowing every drop.

I fail. My hand slides down between my legs before I can stop it. I’m soaked. The second my fingers brush my clit a shameful little sound slips out of me. I rub in tight circles, replaying the crack of his palm, the way he wiped my own wetness across my burning cheek, the heavy taste of him on my tongue. I’m already close again when the floorboard in the hallway creaks. I yank my hand away, fast like I’ve been burned. Nathan steps into the doorway. He looks at my shiny fingers, at the way my knees are still parted, at the flush on my face. He doesn’t raise his voice.