Erotic Storu Mga Nobela at Kwento

He sucked with a sudden, violent intensity, his tongue lashing against the bud like a whip. The orgasm hit her like an explosion. Ruth-Ann's body went rigid, her head snapping back as a high, piercing scream tore from her throat. Her pussy clamped down on his tongue, milking him, as waves of hot, honeyed fluid erupted from her, soaking his face and chest.

Eric :this is the 3rd to the last pose of the day ,so let’s stay here for a little while,stretching our legs,back and arms. I heard a rip and the cold air,brushed past my bare pussy, he pulled his dick, my pussy was already soaking wet, and I didn’t care how wrong this was.. I just needed something inside me. Eric: I need every one to him their favourite song, something that connects you to you favourite time in life.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

I cried out against his mouth, the suddenness making my walls flutter around him. He curled his fingers, stroking that perfect spot inside me while his thumb circled my clit with devastating rhythm. “That’s it,” he growled against my lips. “Feel how greedily your cunt grips me. So tight and so fucking wet for your professor.” The dirty words sent fresh heat rushing through me. I rocked against his hand, chasing the building pressure, my breasts felt heavy, nipples begging for attention. He seemed to sense it. His free hand tugged down the neckline of my dress exposing one breast.

I was already soaked, my pussy lips were swollen and slick. He watched every move I made. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, it was thick and hard. The head was already wet with precum, he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly. “Tell me what you wrote,” he said. I kept rubbing my clit in small circles. My breath came faster. “I wrote about a man coming in after closing. He bends me over the desk, he pulls my skirt up and fucks me hard.” He stroked faster. “Keep going.”

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

"Tell me who this cock belongs to." "You're mine!" she wailed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Your dick is mine! Every drop of your cum is mine! Sarah is just a vessel, Edwin... you're my husband, my king, my fucking stallion!" The intensity reached a breaking point. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, the inevitable explosion nearing. I accelerated, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my muscles straining. I drove myself into her one last time, burying myself as deep as humanly possible, feeling my cock throb against her cervix.

The man who'd taught her to ride a bike and read her bedtime stories and held her when she cried was now inside her, moving with a desperation that made her feel like the most powerful woman in the world. “I love you,” she whispered. “I love you too,” he breathed against her mouth. “I love you so much, it terrifies me.” And he didn't mean as a father. He loves her just like a man loves a lover. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs squeezed his waist, pulling him deeper. “I'm close,” he warned in a strained voice. “Ocean, I'm so close—” “Cum inside me," she whispered. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our story gets interesting. After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work,” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now we’re both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this. I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqué stories of conquest. Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele and had taken to seducing them. She noted how “it