Erotic Smut Stories Novels & Stories

On a side table, rows of red candles sat beside bottles of oil and lube. "What the hell?" Emma gasped. She never imagined Romero would be such a freak. She imagined him bringing sexy girls into this secret playground. Yes, he was rich enough to get girls who shared similar sexual kinks. She thought about how he would make their bodies coil with a mix of pleasure and pain... Images of Romero doing freaky things with baddies filled Emma's mind. A rush of heat flooded her body. Her nipples stiffened against her lace bra. It rubbed against the fabric. A warm, throbbing sensation bloomed between her thighs. Her pussy grew slick. The sudden wetness made her press her legs together.

It could be because of her pheromones. Children don't have pheromones. It only takes a presented woman to have pheromones. “You smell different,” he said, coughing. His cheeks turned a deep red. “I know.” She wet her lips. “I presented.” The small cake knife he was holding clattered against the counter. He set it down as if it had burned him, and when he turned to face her fully, she saw what the pheromones were doing to him. His pupils were blown wide, nearly swallowing the dark iris. His hands were trembling at his sides.

“Suck my clit harder. Fuck, you’re good at this.” Roman moaned against my pussy. “You taste so fucking good. I could eat this pussy for hours.” I rode his face, grinding against his tongue. “Use two fingers while you suck me. Make me come all over your mouth.” He pushed two fingers inside me and sucked my clit hard. I came hard within seconds, moaning his name and shaking against his face. When I finally pushed him back, his mouth and chin were shiny with my juices. I pulled him up and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

Smith rubbed his fingers across my slit vigorously, the ache between my legs began to build that I clung to him - gasping. "Of course, you don't want me to leave. I'm the only one who knows how to turn you up," he said, flicking his wet tongue on my nipples. They tingled and ached. Smith jerked up slightly, taking off my panties. The duvet cover that had concealed the lower part of his body rolled off revealing his grown fat cock.

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

Ero really knows how to pleasure me. He pulled off my underwear and kissed me again as he positioned himself on top of my wet sex. We both moaned in so much pleasure as he slowly thrust inside me. God! I really love you so much, Ero. Until now, I still can't believe that I'm a Smith. Can you imagine that? Before, I was supposed to become a Smith when Jacobo married me, but now I'm a Smith even though we didn't get married. I became a Smith because of Ero.

My cock twitches and throbs against our hands as my come spills around her neck, giving the illusion of a pearl necklace. "Fucking Christ, you look so damn beautiful wearing my come, little bird." I collapse beside her, leaving her with a look of complete shock. Most likely because I didn't let her come, but I warned her what would happen if she didn't fucking listen. My eyes dart to the thick globs of come coating her skin, and my fucking heart swells at the sight. It's when I admire the gooey strand around her neck that I instantly fall in love with her all over again. I don't give many girls "pearl necklaces". I save those for the special ones, just like my fucking little bird. Even as sh

Her hips bucked upward instinctively, but strong hands held her firmly in place. She felt the blunt, leaking head of Damien’s cock nudge against her slick folds. Marcus smiled wickedly and licked the head of Damien’s cock right where it touched her pussy. Lila watched in aroused shock as Marcus took the thick shaft into his mouth, sucking it sloppily while pressing it against her entrance. Both men groaned loudly..Damien’s hips bucking under her, Marcus’s moans vibrating around the cock in his mouth. Lila’s own moans grew louder, her pussy clenching with need at the filthy sight. She couldn’t look away from the erotic display: Marcus’s lips stretched around Damien’s thick cock, saliva drippi

The smell of the crushed tomatoes and the sweet honey mixed with the smell of raw sex. Shifting the Womb in the Dirt "I want to feel the mountain!" Sarah cried out after pulling away from Leo’s cock. She wanted to be stretched even further. She turned over on the table, putting her chest down against the wood. Her bottom was high in the air, shining with honey and cream. Silas stayed behind her. He grabbed her waist with his dirty, strong hands. He began to slam into her pussy from behind. Every thrust was a heavy strike. He was reaching the very back of her.

Warning: Extreme Smut! ************************ Serra’s face flushed at my words. She licked her lips and reached for my c**k again, wrapping her hand around it as she stared down at it… Those lips of hers, I wanted to devour them bit by bit. Her tongue moved, licking the tip. I froze. A chilling wave of pleasure shot through me instantly. Slurp! She sucked. My eyes darkened. "Fvck" I screamed inwardly. Was she sure this was her first time? She looked too damn tempting, too eager… though her hands trembled.