Novel & Cerita Erotica Historical

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

Karen, tingling with anticipation and curiosity, watched as he spread them out on the surface of a mahogany table of Georgian vintage. She glanced down at the first and then stared harder, arrested by the subject. ‘My God!’ she breathed in a husky whisper. Tony gave a slow smile, his eyes bright. ‘I thought you’d appreciate them. They’re much more inventive than even Giulio Romano’s illustrations of Pietro Aretino’s smutty poems, Sonetti Lussuriosi.’ ‘Aren’t they just!’ She had seen copies of the pornographic Renaissance pictures representing the various ‘postures’ of sexual intercourse. ‘Much later, of course.’

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

“My filthy toy, your nipples beg for me, not Sophie’s pathetic lies.” He stepped back, pulled her diary from his bag, and his smile turned wicked. “Read your last entry,” he said. He handed her the small notebook. “Rub your pussy while you do.” Eva’s fingers shook as she opened the diary and found her words about their lecture hall sex. “He should fucked me until I loose my memory,” she read. Her voice wobbled, and her fingers slipped between her thighs, brushed her clit, already slick from their sex. “Mmm,” she moaned. Her pussy pulsed, and her eyes stayed on Hayes.

She winked as she came out from behind the bar counter, walking into the gallery. "Here we have everything that is photographie érotique, you'll see pieces that date all the way back to the start of the renaissance as well as contemporary pieces that were created by some of your colleagues. The spectrum of pieces is quite broad on this floor," Nancy explained as she took a sip from the tall glass she was holding. "I imagine you wish to have your works scattered across these walls one day, no?" "I mean, who wouldn't want to have their art displayed in a sex museum?" I looked at her, letting out a soft laugh. Nancy laughed along, looking down at the gold encased watch on her wrist.