Erotic Short Stoties Novels & Stories

Roman’s breath hitched. Elodie leaned back against the leather seat, eyes locked on his as she slid two slender fingers down her flat stomach and over her swollen mound. “Watch me, Mr. Ashford,” she whispered seductively. She parted her slick folds with her fingers, showing him everything—her pink, dripping inner lips, her tight little hole already clenching with need, and her swollen clit peeking out. A thick strand of her creamy arousal stretched and broke as she dipped her middle finger inside herself, moaning softly at the wet sound.

My legs felt shaky as I descended the stairs, the cool wood against my bare feet doing nothing to calm the fire still burning between my thighs. The dream clung to me like a second skin, Alex’s thick cock stretching me open, his dirty growls in my ear, the way I’d moaned like a slut while he fucked me senseless in my own bed. My soaked panties rubbed against my swollen clit with every step, sending little sparks up my spine. I tugged the hem of my tiny sleep shorts down, but they barely covered anything. My thin tank top clung to my breasts, nipples still hard and obvious. Part of me hoped he’d notice. The other part was terrified he would.

The head was clearly defined against the stretched cotton. I moved between his knees. I climbed onto the bed and knelt there, facing him. My hands trembled as I reached for the waistband. I tugged slowly. He lifted his hips just enough to help. The shorts slid down his thighs. His cock sprang free. It was thick and long. It was flushed dark red at the head. Veins bulged along the shaft. Pre-cum already beaded at the tip. I froze.

She felt the sheet damp beneath her shoulders, Charles' cock was painfully hard in his shorts as he saw his sister's pussy exposed. Her long lips were furled, wrinkled outside of her outer lips, her fat clit bulging above them. As Sheri pulled on herself, her pussy lips started to pull apart, sticky tendrils of pussy juice hanging from one to the other, the glistening pink interior just visible, the small tattoo of three strawberries above everything.

That would be a cataclysm of cum. My cock flexed again, and that sent Tori off. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, ORRIN!" It came out as a shouted whisper, and her hands passed mine under her shirt to pull on her small breasts. Tori's shorts were similar to Liv's, loose, short, and gappy. Her cheeks were halfway exposed from the grinding, but that was soon hidden as my big sister leaned back into my chest, riding out the rest of her orgasm.

“Hold them. Don’t move.” I pressed my tits tight around him again feeling the hardness. He thrust upward three, four, five times--hard, urgent strokes, and then he came with a low, guttural groan, releasing thick ropes of hot cum shot up across my chest, splattering my soft tits, my collarbones, the underside of my chin Another pulse landed on my nipple and slowly dripped down the curve of my breast. He kept stroking himself through it, milking every drop onto me until my cleavage was a mess of white, sticky cum.

My dick was sloppy wet, twitching, throbbing, red with arousal, hanging in the air, pointing at my girlfriend's nose. Both young women were staring at it, mouths open, eyes wide. Both were panting excitedly. It throbbed in the empty air as I imagined Jordyn's pretty little lips wrapping around it. She was so close I could almost feel her breath. But I said nothing.

Tad whispered, his heart pounding like a an idling motorcycle engine. Mark slipped his thumbs under the elastic band of his shorts and pulled them down under his balls, watching Tad's face the whole time. "Hand me the lotion." Tad scooted closer, unable to take his eyes off the meaty shaft and bright pink head standing out of his friends shorts. He fumbled the basket over and got the lotion out from feel alone, then handed it to Mark.

Anyone would die just to kneel down to him and give him a head! I just also pulled off my shorts and started stroking mine when he started stroking his. He looks so sexy and hot whenever he added lip biting and lip licking while he's stroking his brick. He looked at the comment section and read one of it, "How long is your shlong?"

Her face had gone purple and her moans were more of sobs now but Eros couldn't care less, all he wanted was to get satisfied. After pounding her to his satisfaction, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and she swallowed the excessive saliva and smiled, waiting for more instructions. Eros went toward the nightstand and took a sachet of condom that lay there, tore it, and slid it onto his hardness. The whore was still kneeling by the edge of the bed, anticipating more. He grabbed the whip by the foot of the bed and stared at her naked body for a while. She had butterfly and rose tattoos crested on each of her breasts. Her nipples and belly button were pierced. She had ligature marks all over h