Erotic Rough Sex の小説・ストーリー

I dug my nails into the table so hard I felt them break against the shiny surface. The sex was hot and rough, dirty and sweaty. Beads of his perspiration fell from his temples and forehead to land on my belly, breasts, and neck. And when he reached out and started rubbing those droplets into my skin, branding me in a primal way, I begged for more like a whore. He tunneled his cock in and out of me. The air sawed in and out of him as he breathed out his nose. Damien looked so vicious right now, primal in his need for me.

Ryan groaned. They flipped her over. Alex got behind her and slammed his cock deep into her pussy in one rough thrust. “Ahhh! Fuck!” Emma screamed in pleasure. He fucked her hard, his hips slapping against her ass. Ryan grabbed her hair gently but firmly and pushed back into her mouth. She was full at both ends, body rocking between them. The rough rhythm made her eyes water with pure pleasure. “Harder,” she begged when they let her speak for a second. Q

“Me risking everything because I can’t stay away from this perfect hole?” “Yes,” Ryan moaned, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Don’t stop. I need you. All of you.” The sex was rough and emotional, driven by fear and love and overwhelming need. Marcus railed him relentlessly, one hand fisted in Ryan’s hair while the other stroked his cock in rough pulls. Sweat slicked their bodies. The table creaked dangerously with every powerful thrust. Ryan came first with a broken shout, shooting thick ropes of cum across the table while his hole clenched violently around Marcus’s cock. The intense squeezing pushed Marcus over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding Ryan’s insid

He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in one hard thrust. Sara cried out. He filled her completely, his cock stretching her walls. The sensation was intense after being so worked up. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her roughly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The desk creaked under her with every thrust. Skin slapped against skin loudly in the empty lecture hall. “Take it,” he growled. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.”

I played with her soft brunette curls and kissed her fondly on the chest as we laid face-to-face on the bed. "Whenever we do this again, I want you to be rough on me just like you did on this one," she whispered. I wasn't surprised that she fancied having rough sex. I felt embarrassed but hid it. Ciro had told me a lot of times that women liked it when you went rough with them, and I had been noticing it. But that wasn't any reason to bring back the side of me that used to scare Erika. "I can only promise to fuck you with more passion," I whispered.

He hugged me and gently stroked my back while he was being rough below. Seconds passed by, and I was barely getting used to his size, Eric moved his waist deeper, touching a part of me that was screaming in ecstasy. “Ahh! Ahh! Oh my god, Eric!” “Does it feel good, huh?” When I tried to open my heavy lid eyes, I saw his eyes turned sharp. They were full of desire as if he would soon devour me. Eric moved back and forth, rubbing his skin on my skin. In an instant, a shiver ran down my back.

She coughed and sucked in air, looking utterly wrecked and more turned on than ever. “Turn around,” I ordered. “Ass up. On all fours.” Elara obeyed instantly, crawling onto the floor and arching her back, presenting her soaked pussy and round ass to me. I knelt behind her, lined up my cock, and slammed in deep in one brutal thrust. “Ahhhhh! Fuck… Ethan!” she screamed, her voice breaking. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I gripped her wide hips and started pounding her like an animal — hard, fast, relentless. The sound of my hips slapping against her ass filled the room. Her heavy tits swung wildly beneath her with every savage thrust.

"I am asking about specifically speaking. My wife has certain appetites." "Dominik!" Eve hisses. "She insists on rough handling," I continue, keeping my face perfectly impassive. "She prefers a level of intensity that would concern the average civilian. High velocity. Deep penetration. Restraints." Russo is sweating now. Visible beads of perspiration are popping up on his receding hairline. He looks from me to Eve, who looks like she is plotting my murder. "I... see," Russo stammers. "Well, uh... provided there is no cramping or bleeding, normal sexual activity is-"

Her body trembled with the intensity of the sensation. Manik ignored her pleas. His rough demeanor was unwavering. He pushed it slightly inside her again. As she continued to scream, he reveled in her torment, his own arousal growing with each cry. His eyes burned with an untamed intensity, his muscular frame towering over her as he gritted his teeth. He was the embodiment of raw desire, a man who knew no boundaries when it came to passion. His rough hands gripped her wrists tightly, his breath hot against her skin.

“Come with me. I want my cousin-in-law to enjoy this cruise.” "You're quite stubborn. I told you already that I don't want to deal with you." "I'm harmless," he said innocently. "That's what the other men said. But they were quite the opposite in bed. They turned into demons. In a nice way." But sometimes, I like it rough when it comes to sex. There was a little bit of excitement around it. It made me push myself to return the same kind of roughness to my sexual partner. His hands would roughly travel all over my body, making me breathless.