Erotic Stiry Novels & Stories

The small trace of her pubic hair was the treasure he wanted and the ice cube was the key. Her knees bent and she almost lost her balance when Don grabbed her feet and forced them wider. His nose smelt the fragrance of her pussy. The fullness of the engorged labia made them purse out as if begging for a kiss. Stevie’s moaning and straining from the confinement of her hands made it obvious this was driving her crazy.

“Sure.” Instead of handing me the can, he sprayed a generous swirl onto his finger and held it out. Our eyes locked. I leaned in and wrapped my lips around his finger, sucking the sweet cream off slowly, swirling my tongue like I was sucking something much thicker. A soft, needy hum escaped me. Alex’s jaw tightened. “Fuck, Em. You always lick it like that?” “Like what?” I asked innocently, licking my lips. “Like you’re dying for a taste of something warmer. Something thicker.” His voice dropped even lower. “Something that’d stretch that pretty mouth wide open.”

A third hand stroked at her clit. Eric released her breast from his mouth and slid down to watch the action between her thighs. “Make her come, Jace. She’s close. Look how swollen she is.” “Don’t talk, Sticks.” “Sorry.” She felt Eric’s warm breath against her mound and then his tongue flicked over her clit, joining the fingers still stroking it. She’d never felt anything like it—fingers and lips and tongues. Here. There. She rocked her hips impatiently, mewing in the back of her throat.

Inside, a man and a woman were entangled on the bed, their clothes completely removed. Some people immediately covered their faces, unable to look any longer. The more timid young ladies even let out frightened screams. My mother flew into a rage. "Charlotte Young! You have some nerve—how dare you commit such indecent, shameless acts! "Drag her out here. I'll kill her myself!" "Who exactly are you dragging out, Mom?" The people in front of me spun around. I was standing at the back of the crowd, stretching on my toes to peer over their shoulders, my expression nothing but mild curiosity.

I groaned, my hips almost shaking violently. "Ugh…there's no need to resist…if you wanna cum…then just cum…" the bitch suddenly picked up the pace that my lower body almost shuddered. "Shit….you really taste like strawberries…this was a great…idea…after all…" "Ngh….you keep talking about strawberries…ahhh…I'm I tastier ... .than those ... .berries….?" Erideessa pulled away from my shaft temporarily, licking her lips seductively while looking into my eyes. A teasing smirk was plastered in those plump lips.

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

"Stay just like that. I want to take those pretty lips for a ride." Then he moves, making shallow passes. I hollow my cheeks and suck, keeping my tongue flush against the base, enhancing his pleasure. Our eyes meet, gazes locking, and the eroticism of the act makes me tremble, the walls of my pussy clasping with each thrust. "More," he demands, thrusting harder. "I want you to swallow me down, baby. Then i'll be your turn. I'm going to lick you up like candy, Lyra." Talk about the ultimate incentive.

"There is. It's a secret, later you just go with the flow. Ms. I want to go to the toilet first. Do you want to come?" Rumi immediately shook her head, making me laugh softly, then walked away. I stepped into the bathroom. When I just got out of the bathroom, I heard from behind the wall, his voice could be heard all the way here, a familiar voice. They seemed to be cursing while screaming. "It must be really pretty who came this time. I've never seen it before." Well, it must be Mas Guntur's voice. I recognize him once. I took a deep breath, then leaned my back against the wall, waiting for them to speak.

The sting fueled her, pussy dripping untouched onto his sack, the scent tangy and aroused. Dean thrust up viciously, cockhead battering her depths, free hand snaking around to rub her clit in rough circles. Stacey's cries escalated "Fuck my ass harder, make me cum!" body seizing as orgasm ripped through her, ass clenching vise-like, milking him until he erupted again, hot spurts painting her insides white.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier