Esclava De Sus Besos Novels & Stories

“You’re dripping for me, mi reina.” I am. The water around us is slick with more than just chlorine, my arousal thick and shameful. His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, spreading me open as he grinds harder, the seam of his trunks rubbing against my clit. Pleasure spikes through me, white-hot, and I cry out, my back arching. Then his mouth is on my neck, his lips tracing the scars Escobar left there, They're teeth marks, that’s are half-healed, Rodriguez kisses each one like he’s memorizing them. Like he’s erasing them.

“And if I refuse?” He stepped even closer, his breath warm against her ear. “No tienes opción.” His hand grazed the side of her face, and she instinctively flinched, but he caught her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. “You don’t have the luxury of refusing, hermosa.” His words were laced with an arrogance that made her stomach churn. But she had made her choice. There was no turning back now. “Déjate llevar, Isabella,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “You will learn to trust me.”

“Then ask yourself whether Armando Zelvasco has deceived Flora Alfanso by showing himself as Easton Marzel in front of her or……she paused and thrusted her face closer to his. She gazed into his light cerulean orbs with nothing but pain and pain. “Or has Easton Marzel been trying to deceive himself by portraying it in front of the world that he is Armando Zelvasco?” She snapped at him. The amusement in his eyes completely faded and got replaced with a treacherous destruction. His jaw clenched and she immediately understood where she had hit him. A hiss escaped from her mouth when he gripped a fist of her hair and then slammed her against his front. The soreness in her lower region had still n

Her cave through which the love liquid was flowing, trembled, in hopes of another thing intrusion. She wanted him to enter her. She wanted to lose her v*rginity with her boss! “Sir, Lanceil, ahhh, Sir… please…” The more she rubbed her clit*ris and pushed her finger in and out, a shrill scream erupted from her mouth. “N, no, please stop. Uhhh, Sir!” Agatha let out a scream close to crying. It felt like something was about to pour from below. She thrust her fingers harder and rubbed the bud until…

I replied. His eyes were intense and so endearing. I felt him gently caress my cheek, as if his eyes were asking permission for a kiss. I gazed back and smiled in response. He lowered his head, came closer, and kissed me fully on the lips. The kiss was gentle at first, until he tilted his head and deepened it. His lips were teasing, coaxing me to respond. His tongue part my lips and flick inside. The kiss was long and sensual, and I don't know why, but I suddenly felt awkward and a bit uncomfortable. Just like our first kiss, I wondered why I didn't feel the so-called sparks and excitement. I managed to close my eyes to feel Inigo's kiss and then wrapped my arms around his neck. His tongue d

she whispered, her heart hammering violently against her ribs, her lower lip trembling with a sudden, chaotic surge of adrenaline that wasn't entirely fueled by fear. "Because I am a slave to my own flaws," Elias growled. He dropped her wrists, but before she could bring her hands down to push him away, his mouth slammed into hers. The kiss wasn't the slow, calculated seduction of the walnut study. It was a violent, bruising collision of raw hunger and mutual fury. Elias gripped her jawline with his fingers, his thumb digging deep into her cheek, forcing her mouth open as he drank her in.

The ritual exploded with desperate intensity. Sophia pulled Aurora into a fierce, hungry kiss, tongues battling as Elias slammed into Aurora from behind and Lucian took Sophia. Thick cocks stretched their soaked pussies with powerful thrusts, the wet, obscene squelch-squelch-squelch echoing loudly. The cousins were drawn in immediately. Sophia guided Elena onto her back and straddled her face, grinding her dripping cunt against the younger girl’s eager mouth while Marcus claimed Elena’s tight pussy with deep, possessive strokes.

"See how I do it? How good it feels?" Father Elias's eyes darted away, then back, compelled by the sight. His lips trembled, and a soft sob escaped him. "No... oh God, no... this is sin..." But he couldn't look away. Clara knelt beside him, her hand trailing up his thigh, but we weren't ready for that yet. She joined Beatrice on the bench, fingering her own ass while watching our captive. I stood in front of him, my fingers circling my clit, building that ache again. "Your turn to watch me, Father," I whispered, locking eyes with him as I slid two fingers inside, pumping them in and out, my pussy clenching around them.

“Show this pathetic, breathing boy who truly owns this sweet, wet cunt. Let him see what a ghost can make you do.” Under the terrified, captive gaze of Ben, Clara felt a surge of power so intoxicating it overrode every shred of decency. A wicked smile touched her lips. This was the ultimate taboo, the final surrender. Holding Elias’s burning gaze, she slowly, deliberately, let the silk robe fall from her shoulders. It pooled at her feet.

She ran her hands over Eduardo's broad, firm chest and threw her arms around his neck, just the way he had done just now. "Eduardo..." She whispered, brushing his hair with her fingers. - Yes darling. Tell me what you want. - The foreheads of the two met. “Please… kiss me. Eduardo's lips descended against hers and he teased her with light kisses on her chin. His hands crushed her slender body, creating a delicious sensation inside her. They traveled on her back and Camila felt like she was being transported to another planet. It was useless, as well as impossible, to resist him. Eduardo was very good at what he did. And when she wanted to pleasure a woman, there was nothing he wouldn't do to