Novel & Cerita Erotic Shirt Story

"Good. Take off your shirt." I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up quickly before I could lose my nerve. I threw the shirt behind me and shivered as the cool air pierced my rapidly heating body. Although, I couldn't tell if the shivers were truly from the cold air or from the intense look of desire that was burning from his eyes. My nipples rapidly tighten into hard tingling points, and I fervently wished he would reach out to play with one of them just to relieve the aching a bit.

In fact, he loved it, and he didn't want her to stop. Sheila sucked on his dick until he cummed in her mouth, and she took in all his seed. She raised her head up to Ergon, and licked her lips seductively, then she stood up to him with a smile of triumph on her face. Ergon was speechless, he didn't have a single idea about what to do. Sheila smiled at him, then she slowly began to unbutton her school shirt, she took it off, leaving her pink bra and skirt.

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.

she said, trailing off muttering under her breath as she marched away from me, and towards the door as I started to laugh hysterically. Turning around she glared daggers at me. “Keep it up, chuckles. And here, I was going to offer to get you a shirt for the meeting. Now you can figure it out yourself.” She said in a huff. Flashing to her, I stood between her and the door. I stared down at her and couldn’t get the thought out of my head that she was going to get me a shirt from another man but at the same time I couldn’t wait to have her be the one under me. As I watched her I could tell the sight of my body was having her wondering the same thing as she began to lick and bite her lips. Snapp

"Is that another shirt? What is that?" She shrugged off her shirt, then plucked at the tight, stretchy garment beneath. "What, this? It's a tactical compression shirt. It squeezes pretty tight, keeps my lady parts from getting in the way. Plus it keeps all the horny boys around here from staring quite as hard." There doesn't appear to be a lot to stare at, I almost said. Officer Barbour took off the tactical compression shirt. I stared. Hard.

I was fairly certain the shirt was his - it was one I had found on my floor one morning, and stashed away because it smelled like him. Hands slipped down, trailing closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. I moaned his name as his lips left mine, exploring the skin along my neck and collarbone. I struggled with the shirt that clung to him, wanting it off. We separated just long enough for him to tear it off, allowing my hands to freely roam his chest. He growled, tugging me up into a sitting position to peel my - his - shirt off of me.

Zara snickered. Nora’s eyes lit up at Zara's thought. She looked at Jace. She couldn't hide that she wanted him and it reflected in her eyes. She bit her lip and carefully pulled her shirt down off her shoulder. She watched his expression grow darker as lust and want flashed across his face. She moved closer to the bed as if ready to pounce. His hand gripped around the bed post as he stared at her. Nora pulled her arm slowly out of her shirt and up over her head. Her hair fell flawless down around her as she stood there in her bra. A coy smile on her lips as she chucked her shirt towards him. The shirt hit his chest and bounced back onto the bed.

I wanted it gone. I held the edge of the hem and gave it a gentle motion that I wanted her to take it off. She bit her lip and slowly nodded. She edged herself up and slowly moved her work shirt up and pulled it over her head. I groaned when I saw her ample cleavage spilling out of a white cotton bra. No lace, no frills. She hadn’t prepared for me to see her, and for some reason, the innocence of it all made it more erotic. Her face was crimson, and she lay back down. Her erotic scent swirled around me and made my canines elongate.

Controlling a woman and demanding from her to pleasure another man was a different thing but having Erica kissing Ephraim was something totally different. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” She snapped at me, pulling the shirt down— my shirt that had ridden up her thighs revealing the shadow of her séx where I wanted to bury my côck to the hilt. The waiting was getting on my nerves but she hadn't said the words yet and I wasn’t going to take her before hearing them from her lips. “It seems you haven't yet learned your lesson.” I murmured, slipping the belt free from its loops.

He looked at me with desire and love. With the moments I have spent with Eros he has always told me not to be ashamed because of my body. "I am one lucky son of a bitch" he said as his eyes grazed over my body. I pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and kissed him unbuttoning his shirt. He threw it with the pile of my clothes and then his pants also. He tore my panties away from my body earning a yelp from me "that was my favourite" I told him "do not worry I will replace it with a million different sets" he said and then grinned.