Errotica For Women Novels & Stories

Eros and Elena eyes came in contact and looked away immediately, Eriteria caught the stare and cleared her throat, "What are you thinking so bad" Eriteria questioned her. "I'm sorry your grace,I just felt something...it's" She stammer and looked on the floor. "You felt it again?" Eros asked walking to her. "Yes,it's strong" Elena repiled and looked at Eriteria, immediately their eyes came in contact her heart race and started beating so fast,she fall on her knee and held her chest beads of sweat started forming on her forehead and her eyeball change to sky blue attractive to Eriteria.

She gasped, cumming on his face and fingers, pouring like a loosened tap. He didn’t stop, he kept sucking, licking, fingering her pussy until her legs were shaking intensely. Then he stood up and Gracie went on her knees, right in front of him. She held his cock “I will take all of your cock inside my mouth”. She said and smiled, putting his cock into her mouth, down to her throat. Inch by inch, hitting the back of her throat until spit dripped of her chin and tears ran down her cheeks, he held her hair controlling her, while thunder crashed outside. In and out until she choked and he cummed inside her mouth.

Erica undermined, “I'll rip your clothes off.” She realized Erica could undoubtedly overwhelm her, so she quit slacking. “Here it comes.” She angled in reverse until she was going to fall. The air was fresh on her smooth pubic hill. She pushed her shorts over the lumps of her hips, and air hurried across her touchy labia. It shivered right away, however, seeing Erica step forward made her lips throb. “OMG!” Erica said. “Goodness, I didn't figure it could get any more attractive… amazing! Could I, um, pet your kitty?”

Then she said, "B-But I didn't do anything wrong, Eron. My offense was loving you. Loving you and hoping to get your love in return. You know, tit for tat. But after everything I did, you never showed me any love, you never showered me with your attention like you did that bitch. I was always number two, or not even an option. All I did was only to capture your love, Eron. I love you so much, can't you see it? I'm the right woman for—"

Fit enough for the woman not to have to work again for the rest of her life. After several weeks he returned to the bar, looking for Erika, but he couldn't find her, anywhere. Instead, she ran into several women, who were seducing them. So man, he didn't hesitate and he ended up sleeping with her. And he even participated in an orgy with several of them. Yes, Erika could go to bed, with many, why not do the same, him too. The difference is that she did it for a purpose. Meanwhile, he did it, out of spite.

His face was red with it, his eyes burning with a fire so cold it sent a shiver towards my body. “Get the fuck away from me. I don’t you ever fucking put your filthy hands on me!” he shouted. Rita flinched as if she’d been physically struck. She took a few steps back, her breath hitching, and then, in a desperate move, she dropped to her knees. “I’m sorry, Eric. I’m so sorry. It was a mistake. Please, just forgive me—for our baby.” Eric let out a bitter, mocking laugh. “You want me to forgive you?” he asked tauntingly. “It was just a mistake? Then what the hell are you doing here, mmh? What are you doing here, Rita?”

"Tell me how I wronged you. I didn't point a gun at Marco to marry me." Erika chuckled loudly. "Hang on a sec with the chit-chat, darling I've been so stressed out due to a thieving bastard who stole my mate. I need a massage." She clapped and her masseur, who turned out to be that evil psychic she was always taking me to, walked out with a satanic smile. "I feel cramps on my back, " Erika said after laughing at my reaction. The girl nodded, applying aromatic oils on her back, and used her fingers and knuckles to massage her mistress. She moved the oil around in circles with a wooden paddle, trying to get more friction.

She apologized even if she hadn't done anything wrong. "You should avoid them all, including Ergon. No one should be left out," Erica warned. Valeria stared at Erica, wondering what Ergon had to do with what happened. "They're bad for you, Valeria, you're too young to be used by them," Erica said. "But if you insist, you can let them use your pussy. They'll make you a sex addict, you'll lose your body count at a young age. Have you seen Noah's dick? Just imagine a long, fat rod penetrating your pussy. The feeling is out of the world, I'm sure you'll enjoy it." Erica said sarcastically.

Ryder breathed, his pace unraveling, his thrusts tightening into something faster, more erratic. Ruth-Ann was coming apart, her middle finger working her clit with frantic precision. She was panting, her head tipping back against the wall, her chest rising and falling as she watched the man she'd craved all day take her mother apart piece by piece. She was a sinner. She was a voyeur. She was a whore. And she didn't care. Inside the room, Ryder's head lifted sharply.

Her scream is hot against his palm, a vibrating roar that speaks of utter surrender, of profound, unbidden pleasure. That’s the truth: she wants it. The undeniable proof of her body, the raw, visceral response, screams it louder than any denial from her lips. Her hips grinding against him, the wetness between her legs, the shattering climax—it all speaks a truth that cannot be denied. Her eyes say no, wide and filled with tears of humiliation and rage, a desperate plea for escape. But her cunt says yes, throbbing and sensitive, a testament to her undeniable arousal.