Erotlc Stories Novels & Stories

One of his hand slid between them, finding her clit again, and rubbing merciless circles while he pounded into her. Larissa shattered with his name on her tongue, arching her back and locking her thighs in his perfect hips. A raw, broken cry ripped out of her throat as she came so hard her vision tunneled. Ronan continued slamming in harder, chasing his own release through the fluttering grip of her body, his hips stuttering, a low, guttural groan vibrating against her neck as he spilled on her stomach. For several long heartbeats neither of them moved. Then he lifted his head, his dark eyes smiling and glittering as he looked down at her wrecked, tear streaked face as she struggled to stay

Dad and Linda had traumatized me. I turned on my laptop to find something to calm the throbbing ache between my legs. My shorts were already halfway down my thighs when my cock sprang free, thick and leaking, a fat bead of precum rolling down the head. I hissed through my teeth at the cool air hitting it. I scrolled fast, landing on my favourite video. The one I kept coming back to. College guy, older woman; stepmom trope, MILF p**n, obviously.

His tongue pressed hard against her clit and moved in tight, fast circles. Two fingers pushed inside her, curling upward to stroke her inner walls. The combination was overwhelming. Lena's grip on the pool edge tightened until her knuckles turned white. Her other hand pushed his head harder against her. The pressure built fast this time. Her strong legs locked around his shoulders. She bit back loud moans, turning them into desperate gasps instead. The risk of being caught made every sensation sharper. Victor's fingers thrust steadily while his tongue worked her clit without mercy. He sucked and licked in perfect rhythm.

His heavy cock dangled above her lips, slick with their combined essence. "Taste it for me," he commanded, tapping the head against her mouth. "Show me how much you want Uncle Adam's cock. Open wide, slut." Without a word, Nova parted her lips, her tongue darting out to lap at the underside. She sucked him in eagerly, hollowing her cheeks, bobbing her head with slutty enthusiasm, gagging as he pushed deeper. The salty tang of her own pussy mixed with his precum flooded her mouth, making her hum around him.

“Rub your clit while you ride me. I want to feel this pussy cream one more time before I fill it.” She reached down, rubbing her swollen clit frantically as she bounced. Her moans turned into high-pitched, broken cries. Her walls started fluttering wildly around my cock again. “I’m gonna cum. Ethan, please!” “Cum then, you pathetic slut,” I snarled, thrusting up hard to meet her bounces. “Milk my cock.” Elara screamed, her whole body convulsing as another violent orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, gushing wetly all over my lap. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

“Mmm… please… ahh… I need it… oh god…” Tears streamed down her face as she writhed. “Please… Uncle Ethan… I’m sorry… I need to cum… mmm… ahh… please let me… ohhh…” He leaned close, his breath hot against her ear. “Who do you belong to, Clara? Say it.” “You!” she cried out. “My uncle! I belong to my uncle… only you… please! Mmm… ahh!” Only then did he relent, his mouth latching onto her clit with fierce suction while three fingers thrust deep and fast

"I heard that the prince is quite the player, so it is no good if I don't make you let it out regularly, you know? I will do the troubles for you" "Seriously? I'll be relying on you!" Hooray! That means I can always do lewd things with Fran, right? I'm glad! I'll use this besides my chest... is it okay?" "Alright" When she pulled out my glans from the valley of her chest, she brought her face close. She put the tip of her tongue out and licked my pee hole. "Lero, nnleroo, jyubu...rero...!" "...Aaah, this is the best"

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

[BIG BUTT PLUG: A LESBIAN BDSM STORY - 3] This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. I gave the leash a sharp tug, my voice firm and commanding. "Go." Tory whimpered, her eyes wide as she scrambled on her hands and knees across the kitchen floor. I watched the sway of her hips, the wag of her tail plug with each crawl forward. She reached the table and paused, panting slightly.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.