Novel & Cerita Exotic Erotics

My hands gripped F's muscular ass, pulling him deeper into my throat, while my heels dug into E's waist, urging him on. Finally, I wanted to be in control, to watch them both come apart. I pushed E onto his back and straddled him, sinking down onto his cock with a sigh. Then I leaned back, my hands braced on his thighs, and looked at F "Stand here," I panted, pointing beside the bed. He obeyed, his body gleaming. I leaned forward, taking his cock in my mouth as I began to ride E in a fierce, bouncing rhythm. This was the pinnacle-controlling E's penetration with the rise and fall of my hips while I controlled F's pleasure with my mouth and hands. I felt powerful, divine, a goddess of decaden

I felt every pulse–it was uncontrollable and endless. Another gush followed then a smaller one, dripping down my ass and onto the marble edge of the table. Embarrassment burned through even as the pleasure kept rippling. I forced my eyes open, deeply horrified. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean… I’ve never… I’m not like this with anyone.” Javier looked at the glistening mess coating his wrist and the dark patch that spread across the linen. His dark eyes gleamed with something raw. “You think I mind?” He dragged his fingers slowly along my inner thigh, spreading the slick evidence of what I’d just done. “That was so incredible. Do it again for me.”

He orders me to undress and I obeyed him without resisting, he orders me to turn around and I did, I felt a strong slap on my ass that made me pass saliva because I was fascinated. He takes off his belt and puts it around my neck and subtly pulls me to another room, I was nervous because I didn't know where he was taking me, he guided me without taking his eyes off me, his smile makes me tremble because he is fascinating. When he stepped aside there was a bed, an armchair in a strange shape. —Last night this tantric chair arrived. We'll see how it works.

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

he muttered, voice rough now, “I’m about to introduce a new fetish into your life.” He held it out in front of my face, close enough that I could see the thick vein along the underside and the way the head was already glistening. The size of it made my stomach tighten. I didn’t look away.

The man beneath me drove upward into my pussy hard and fast, his heavy balls smacking my swollen clit with every slam. The biker in my mouth fucked my face without pause, his cock sliding in and out of my throat, thick strands of spit running down my chin and dripping onto the felt beneath me. The way they used my body made my eyes roll back in my head. Three thick cocks filled me at once, every thrust rocking me forward and back across the table. José kept spanking my ass, his palm cracking down again and again while he fucked my ass harder. The man in my pussy slammed upward with brutal force, grinding against my clit.

Pushing my hips forward, I slowly began grinding against his face, head thrown back due to ecstasy. He groaned against my clit, the vibration sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He pressed his tongue deeper, sucking and flicking me with practiced strokes. My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him close. Ethan had removed my gown now, such that it was hunched up at my waist and my nipples were bare, standing proudly under the dim kitchen lights. His large hand moved to caress my left breast before taking the other bud into his mouth. The dual sensation made me let out a loud moan.

As I ventured further into the mansion, my steps echoing softly in the empty halls, I stumbled upon a door cracked open ever so slightly. A faint crimson glow spilled from the gap, beckoning me forward with an eerie temptation. “What kind of room is that?” I murmured, curiosity overpowering my instincts. I pushed open the door to reveal a scene that took my breath away. Before me lay a room bathed in soft candlelight, its walls adorned with different kinds of erotic artworks, leathered whips, blindfolds, chains, and cuffs. The more I looked, the more I got intoxicated with the exotic scents emanating from the candles.

We use it for bondage now. MAD GHOSTS OF LuST 295 He fucked me harder and harder. The pain biting my nipples soared, leveled out and soared again whenever he knocked or twisted the clamps. He dug his fingers into my blood-suffused flesh. Colors bloomed behind my eyelids and when I was there, the colors were my world. Flickering clutches of coming pulled me into myself and flung me out. Inside and outside, all at the same time. Ecstasy escapes description; it’s like trying to package steam.

My cries grew louder, filling the room with our shared ecstasy as he took me higher, showing no signs of slowing down. Finally, as that wave of pleasure crashed over me, my body shook uncontrollably. “Oh my god, yes!” I screamed, the words bursting from my lips as I surrendered to the overwhelming bliss. My body clenched around him, milking his cock, urging him to follow me into the abyss of pleasure.