Erotica Indian Novels & Stories

“Please… I can’t… nghh…” He turned the vibrator to the highest setting. I screamed. Tears rolled down my cheeks. “Professor… I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum…” He didn't say anything and he didn’t stop. The pressure was too much. I came hard, squirting all over his fingers and the vibrator. My juices started dripping from the table. “Bad girl,” he said, but his voice was thick with lust. He kept the vibrator on my oversensitive clit, drawing out the orgasm until I was crying and shaking.

she said with her week smile, hearing her answer I did nothing but simple chuckled, she was right, a mixed scent of ‘Jasmine and Rose’ is something that I like when I was staying in India, Kamatipura red light area. “True...” I said and sat beside her on her bed “But.. What happen to you girl, are you sick?” I questioned her pressing my palm on her forehead “No babe… I am fine, just last customer.. he .. he was little too much of animal than I thought…” she replied sitting up on her bed and pulling down her blanket “Fuck…” I cursed seeing her body, which was entirely, covered in black and blue bruises, even she head several deep bite marks in crook of her neck

Disclaimer: Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. Triggering themes. Lesbian content. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat that comes with it. Rated 18+ --- Priya Walsh was dreaming again. She could feel it even inside the dream, that specific awareness that sits at the back of your mind telling you this isn't real while everything happening in front of you feels more real than anything you experienced while you were awake. Brooklyn's hands were in her hair.

, Mohini said in a low enchanting voice as she caressed the length of her silk clad leg from her slim ankle to her luscious thigh, the pose exposing off her gorgeously taut buttocks highlighted by wisps of red silk and lace lingerie. Lucifer's mouth went dry. His heart palpitated as his throat bobbled up and down fastly as he inhaled the coming strong perfume mixed with her rose scent from her body. Aarya's eyes trailed down, following Mohini's hands as she continued to control his desire, his breath catching as she brought her hands back up, showing a little of her behind. Mohini picked it up her phone and played soft instrumental tune of erotic music. An evil, roguish smile danced on her l

An open door to gather all the attention. "Do all things but keep my dad out of this. He has gone to rest now. Let him rest in peace." I uttered and shifted away. She hissed and proceeded to what she was doing before. Indira helped her out to pick out some sets of lingerie which left no imagination. One of them was the worst. It was a two piece, pepper red lingerie. It had only tiny straps, the nipple sides were cut and where the clit was supposed to be. A hole at the center.

He loved to see them moan and cry, tremble and pulse… And now, 3 cute sexy hotties, graced with perfect bodies, were at his service doing whatever he wanted to see, 3 of them: a sultry blonde, suntanned brunette and puffy ginger were having fun in front of him, a blonde was sitting in armchair with legs spread wide and fingers in her cunt to masturbate, while ginger one was lying on her back, and hot brunette settled on her, moving her hips like if she was gonna fuck this slut. Their clits touched one another what made them moan repeatedly, the brunette was kissing her partner’s neck, face and lips, then, very slowly, she moved down her stomach, after then when her tongue touched ginger’s pu

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.

Her eyes were wide, haunted, but also glittering with a dark, excited fire. She was his. The thought sent a shiver of pure, undiluted lust through her. She was no longer just Ishita, the small-town girl trying to make it in Mumbai. She was Vikram Rathore's dirty little secret. His pet. She got dressed, her hands trembling slightly. What does one wear to be owned? She chose a simple cotton saree, a pale yellow one. But then she remembered his rules. Or rather, the rule he had hinted at. She took a deep breath and, with a sense of nervous excitement, she reached into her drawer and pulled out her most daring lingerie. A black, sheer bra that did nothing to hide her dark, hard nipples, and a ma

She watched different movies which inspire her imagination on how a daddy fucked her step- daughter’s pussy and that encouraged her to think of her step-dad for sexy-hot-dinner. James watched erotica grew older but never thinks of laying nude on her, let alone fucking her young fucky. Sometimes he admires her young body and remembered how he used to play with nude young girls in the beach park. On a Tuesday morning, Retica woke-up without knowing what to think for a moment. Whether to consider clubbing and inviting more guys who really wish to pay for a wild-cam performance or to stay at home and expect her formal client to reappear with their usual crazy demands. “I want to see your pussy,

His eyes were dark, unreadable, filled with a hunger that mirrored her own. She let her hand slide down her stomach, her fingers tracing the soft curve of her hip before dipping lower. The heat between her legs was already intense, a slick, pulsing need that made her ache. She touched herself, not with the gentle curiosity of before, but with the demanding touch of the fantasy. Her fingers were hot, her touch was so eager.