Erotica Mfm Novels & Stories

I moaned as it rushed out of me. “Fuck… cum for me darling” He said as he smiled, licking my thighs and pussy. I have never experienced a squirting orgasm in my life, it felt good, raw and pleasurable. I laid on the desk, my breath was uneven. I couldn’t explain what I was feeling.

“Fuck, baby. That hit the spot.” Baby. The word prompted Jeremy to swirl his tongue around the thick veins enclosed in the walls of his warm mouth, then he started to move his head, slipping the cock in and out in a slow, steady movement that eventually built up to an intense rhythm. Marcus grabbed the back of his head tighter, ramming his cock into his mouth. Jeremy enjoyed every bit of the pain and pleasure that washed through his body, his cock growing thicker and thicker he knew he would explode soon. A release was imminent. Closely so.

Her face is red and she keeps saying over and over, "Yes ... yes... yes... yes... yes..." I grunt with every thrust, and at the same time she says "yes," and the sound of our bodies slamming into one another echoes off the walls. I close my eyes and concentrate, careful not to cum too fast. I want this to last forever, for her. I want this to be a memory she cherishes forever. | pump and pump and pump and she moans and whimpers and wails. I feel her grip on my arms tighten and she wails, her mouth wide, her eyes wide.

I know I mustn't. But... but the heat between my legs… I can't ignore it. If I don't do something about it, I might actually go crazy. For real. I pressed my eyes shut. I'm so sorry, Felix. I let out a shaky exhale, turned slowly, and walked over to him. He cocked his head a bit to the side, taking another drag, then he blew the smoke to my face, smirking. “That's my girl. Now, take your clothes off and join me in the tub.”

My thighs trembled again; fists clenched harder, knuckles white against the black sheets. “Fuck,” I breathed. Damon chuckled against my ear. “That’s level one.” Ethan clicked again. The buzz intensified—deeper, faster. Pleasure spiked sharp; my cock leaked steadily onto my stomach. I moaned louder, hips rocking back against nothing. Malik leaned down, kissed me slowly, filthy, tongue sliding in time with the vibration. His hand wrapped around my cock, stroked once—firm, twisting. I bucked into his fist, moaning into his mouth.

He stayed right there, gripping the scaffolding bar tightly, eyes locked on her curvy body. Mira’s hips rocked up to meet her fingers. She pushed a third finger inside herself and moaned louder. Her pussy stretched around her fingers. More wetness leaked out. The attic smelled strongly of her arousal and it drifted through the open window to where Malik stood. “Malik… yes… deeper…” she gasped. Her head tilted back, eyes still closed. Her toes curled in the air. Malik’s breathing grew heavy. His thick cock pressed painfully against his zipper. He could see how wet she was. How her pussy lips gripped her fingers. How her clit swelled under her rubbing.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

“I’m not complaining, but didn’t you…?” “Ah,” he was panting to, his body undulating muscle beneath her as he continued to thrust almost lazily, and his eyes heavy lidded. “One… ah… advantage to mating in Mer form, Mia Persuma Inillium, is the multiple orgasms and longevity of the… Ah,” his eyes closed as he came again. “So good,” he whispered his eyes glowing as he opened and met hers. “It is so good with you, my Lyric.”