Erotica Mfm Novels & Stories

I let my tits free and hold them up for him. “That’s a good girl. Fucking beautiful.” He pulls his cock from my throat, and a big stream of spit spews right down my cleavage. “Rub it in,” he says, and I do. I rub my spit into my tits, focusing on my nipples. I’m still rubbing myself when User 677 gives me another dog click, gesturing over to the bed. I scrabble to my feet, dashing over there. “On your back,” he tells me. I nod, still catching my breath from the face fucking, feeling tiny as he kneels up and over me. He mashes my tits in his hands, and I arch myself as best I can.

He did not even know what question he wanted to ask, but he only knew that his ego was too huge to accommodate failure, even in bed. Frema felt her legs begin to shake when he inserted two fingers at once and began to pump them in and out of her. She went slower on his cock, pulling the monster out of her lips only to wrap same lips around the tip which was leaking with so much precum. Eron knew she was holding back so he dipped his tongue even deeper and bent his fingers in her, causing her to pull her mouth off his cock, temporarily distracted. When she placed her mouth back on his cock again, she was merciless, taking the huge impaler into her mouth fully and gagging on it dutifully.

Her moans mixed with Mia’s, so that the office was filled with the filthy chorus of wet sounds, spanks, and cries. Dan threw his head back, groaning. “Fuck. This is perfect. Two sluts doing what they were born for.” His hips slammed harder, so hard and deep that his balls were smacking against Mia's face beneath. “Ohhh fuck! I’m cumming!” Stacey cried out as her pussy clenched violently around his dick. Her wetness splashed down her thighs, spraying against Mia’s face below. Mia gasped, licking at it instinctively. She darted her tongue out as the liquid ran down her cheeks. Dan didn't stop. He pounded harder. Each thrust made her squirt again and again, splashing her juices into Mia’s mouth

His head rolled backward, body shuddering from his own orgasm as he buried himself into her—groaning while spilling his entire fluid onto her. WARNING! This is a Mafia erotic content and this book contains violence as much as it contains BDSM. There is so much WAR, LOVE, HATE and OBSESSION. The Male lead is an extremist. Kills without remorse, and of course love without boundaries( Just the female lead.) This book is not for readers younger than 18.

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.

“Scream my name when you take my cock, you stupid bitch.” The ownership in that, the permission to use his first name in this profane context, shatters my last restraint. The coil snaps. My orgasm rips through me, violent and convulsing. My pussy clenches around his driving cock in rhythmic, milking spasms. I scream, a raw, unfiltered sound, into the polished wood of his desk. “Marvin!”

*SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.” “Good Girl ”. He applied ointment on her ass and gave her the pain killers . She gulped three pills in one go with water still tied up in the position. “I guess it’s paining, so I won't fuck you today. I can wait for a month or till you heal.” he says with a slight grin. “You seriously think I'll have sex with you after what you did with me. You're a psycho.” Tears pooled down her eyes as she trembled and cried in pain.

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.

“God. Myrna. God.” Even after he’d spent his load, she continued to rub the little gland. It pulsated against her fingers, prolonging his orgasm for more than a minute. His entire body shuddered and trembled. “Oh God, Myrna, what are you doing to me? I can’t stop coming.” He put a hand on the wall for support. She smiled around his cock and removed her fingers from his ass, letting his orgasm dissipate. Eric cried out behind her as he came over her back. Correction. Into her hair.

Adra, the enigmatic force that had drawn her into this intoxicating web, was climbing into the sheets. He was naked this time, his powerful frame sculpted by shadows and faint light. Her breath hitched. He wasn't waiting, wasn't watching. Instead, he was pleasuring himself, his hand moving with slow, deliberate strokes against his already swollen cock, preparing himself for his own mood, for the feast that lay before them. Amina blinked rapidly, her mind struggling to catch up with the raw, visceral reality unfolding before her eyes. *Oh my God,* she thought, a dizzying blend of terror and exhilaration seizing her. *She was about to be fucking dominated by two men.* The thought, both terrify