Erotic Shirt Stories Novels & Stories

His breath was hot against my ear. I didn't listen to a word he said. I reached for my glass of water, but I "accidentally" knocked it over. The water splashed all over the table and soaked right into the front of my white shirt. "Oh no!" I cried out. I stood up quickly. The thin white fabric of my shirt was now completely wet. It stuck to my skin, showing everything. My nipples were hard from the cold water, and they were pointing right at him through the wet cloth.

"How about we speed things up? Shoes and socks count as one item." The third hand was dealt, and Sarah noticed something. The way Tyrone dealt, the way Marcus and Jamal arranged their cards....they were working together. Signaling. Making sure she lost. And she was going to let them. This time she lost to Tyrone's flush. She peeled off her socks, her bare feet now on the carpet. "Four more items," Marcus said, his eyes traveling over her body. "This is getting interesting." The fourth hand was quick. Sarah had absolutely nothing, and all three men had winning hands. She stood on shaking legs and pulled off her cardigan, revealing the tight tank top underneath that showed off her cleavage.

I needed skin against skin. Without stopping riding him, my thighs trembling from the delicious effort, I brought my hands to his chest. My fingers, clumsy with lust, fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, but patience wasn't an option. I undid the first few and ended up tearing the last one off in my desperation to touch him. I pushed aside the white shirt, revealing his broad chest, tanned and covered in dark hair. It was a wall of firm muscle that tensed with every breath. I moaned and pressed my palms against his pecs, feeling his searing heat, his sweat, his strength.

Victor’s grip in my hair was firm, almost painful, actually painful, as he pulled my face toward his thick, veiny and dark cock. It bobbed heavy and angry right in front of my lips, the fat purple head already leaking a shiny bead of precum down to the floor, slowly... all I could do was stare at it, almost drooling, well not all I could do. The garage felt even smaller now, the air thick with the musk of four aroused older men. I was still on my knees, completely naked after they’d stripped the last scraps of clothes off me like I was nothing but their toy.

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

I swallowed the lump in my throat, suddenly feeling the tightness of the dress like I had just put it on. “I don't know, man. I just need to get this dress off.” His forehead creased, his eyes running over me like cold water on a sunny day, the heat in his gaze making my pulse stutter. My breath hitched, my body reacting like the slut it was. “Maybe,” His voice dropped. “Maybe, I can help you with that.” Guys do f..o.l.l.o.w me on f* sshree Above stories

I hastened to unbutton his shirt, and he peeled it off his body. My eyes fell on his ripped abs and chest muscles and my throat dried. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen shirtless men with abs before. But I hadn’t seen them from this close. Eros’s were defined and strong. My fingers itched to touch them, but the good girl in me kept me showing any physical reaction.

Applying to where our pelvis is lined up, trapping our hip and fourth in erotic motion. Moonlight was still wearing my button shirt, and her panty, and I was still wearing my pants. The erotic teasing we do to each other becomes intense. I lowered myself so I could take out the shirt Moonlight was wearing, unbuttoning the buttons one by one, then I returned the shirt to where it looked attached. After the last button was done, and the shirt was closed, I took my tongue and opened it. Kissing and licking along the way teased until the shirt lay full open exposing a beautiful pair of vibrant, white breasts.

He grabbed my shirt and let out a sound I understood to be a warning. “Yours, Eric. I promise," I said. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts to Eric. His mouth came in, causing me to squeal and hug him to my chest. I sit cross-legged on his hips, rubbing him through the fabric of our clothes. Despite Eric's ferocious action, he didn't hurt me at all. You might have, if I gave you a reason, but I'm open to you, like water with a pebble. When his mouth parted from one of my nipples, I offered him the other.

The unquenchable fire was burning with the both of them, getting hotter and hotter between each exchange of passionate kisses. Nikolai gripped her waist, clutching on them tightly just as she slides her hands flat on his chest, one hand slipping underneath his shirt. Her smooth palm moved down to the hard planes of his abdomen, and then further. His pants straining with his undeniable arousal while Erin riding on him with their clothes on. Nikolai ripped Erin’s dress into half, unable to control the swirling sensation consuming him and in one swift motion, he took his shirt off completely. His hands captured Erin’s ample mounds hanging freely before him and swallowing her satisfied moans.