Female Ash Novels & Stories

Would def do that again. Slowly, Ashley rolled her hips back, leaving a little trail of girl slime down my chest and stomach right into my pubes. She bent upward, like she was getting ready to ride me cowgirl, but, of course, she hadn't slipped onto my saddle. Was she done? This didn't exactly seem like she was done.

the girl said and I looked at her, from her head down to her feet. “He’s not going to look your way Ashly, he doesn’t fuck every girl.” Ashly looked gloomy, “I know but a girl can dream,” she dragged the words too much for my liking. “I’ve seen him fuck other girls, mmm.” Ashly licked her mouth and I bit my nails. Listening. “He stimulates them and makes them scream. He’s an expert with bed,” she looked around then lowered her voice. “He has a pretty monstrous cock.” So I wasn’t the only one who thought of it as that, lined with veins that just called to you.

Ash had never felt this intense need to possess a woman as he did with the little Russian beauty. Anya flicked her tongue out and ran it across the underside of his cock, tasting him, testing to see how he would react. Her blue eyes watched him as his body tensed. Ash clenched the fist that wasn't in her hair to keep himself in check. She was so small, too easily hurt if he lost control with her.

" Please Michael, Take me right here." Planting soft possessive kisses on her neck, I let my hand slide past the plunging v neck letting my fingers trail just above her clit as I felt the tension grow through the mate bond. "How do you want me to take you Ash?" Ash reached down, bending at the hip, forcing my hard erection to press against her folds as she grabbed our experimental sex box. A wicked smile spread against her lips in the mirror's reflection. "Do you think we have time?"

aish finlay gave out a soft moan which she was holding for so long, seeing her getting pleasure Ravan gave a sinister smile as well as stared licking her delicate folds, he continued his torture for couple of minutes when Aisha indefinitely gave out another loud moan after struggling hard to control it, Ravan smirked on hearing her loud moan and continued to lick her clit, he did not stopped even after Aisha came down flowing on his face, he was giving her rapid orgasm one after another, Aisha was panting hard, she started losing her sanity as Ravan continued to nibbled her folds with his tongue which was doing magic however, aisha soon realized his intention, she understood that he was pur

One thing was certain; she had to think fast because she could not have sex with him. "Fuck daddy! Yes, just like that. Hold me in the places you want to." As she moaned, she looked him dead in the eyes. The bulging in his pants increased. He leaned into her left ear and began to plant kisses all over her neck. His wet tongue licked her sweaty skin, her stomach revolted, but Ashley fought hard to heighten the sound of her fake moans. "Oh goddess! I feel like I'm in heaven!" She screamed. His right hand's grip on her breast tightened and she nodded in fake ecstasy.

But instead of one of them filling me up, I yelp as I’m lifted from the ground and shoved up against the nearest tree. “You’ve already been fucked in the dirt, filthy girl.” Asher rumbles, his hot breath heating my skin. “Turn around.” He spins me around to face the tree, forcing my hands over my head and kicking my legs apart. His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls them back to meet him, my back arching and my tits bouncing. Then Aspen is on his knees in front of me, his warm tongue laving my pussy. “Fuck, she even tastes like strawberry shortcake.” He groans. “And so fucking wet.”

she purred and just then, she cat-walked out of the back of the room with her eyes latched on mine. Ashley was a very beautiful girl with abnormally red hair, long legs, and a face that human models, before the war, would die for. She was also young, in the middle of her 9th century, and had the temper of a wild tiger and a grizzly bear put together. To cut the long story short, I didn’t like her. I never did and never would.

A feminine one. Shit.

On the day we were about to register our marriage for the ninety-ninth time, I, Joshua Smith, went rigid as I read those words flickering before my eyes. Suddenly, a sharp pain tore through my abdomen. It was the memory of being poisoned in my previous life, so vivid it felt as though it had just happened. Talia Ford, my wife, saw me frozen and snapped impatiently, "Joshua, move! Get out of my way! I need to go to the hospital with Uncle Adam!"