Female Yandere Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

squeezing the Strong men's hands. "If you can't, let someone have him who will enjoy what he's offering," I said, "and take care of him. You know, it was the reading material of Julia's which prompted me to ask if she wanted to try slavery and share her initially. Almost all of them featured submission and she read a lot of reverse harem books where one woman is expected to service multiple men. You're the first real example I've seen of it in real life. I now know two women with multiple woman slaves and one other male with two slaves, but only you with two men. I know they're not submissive to you, but how do you like it?" "I adore it," Regina replied. "While sex with Ron was never bad, it

James’ hand moved from mine down to his crotch, readjusting himself. Huge men were wandering around stroking themselves and searching for the next hole to stick their dicks into. Couples were having shit against the wall, on the floor, in the window seat, and on the desk. Three women were also having shit together. Each table had a bowl of condoms displayed like candy. The grunts, moans, and screams instantly made me damp between my legs, and the room was filled with the smell of latex and cum.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

Pushing at the oversized woman with a power that surprised the A****n warrior, Kendra hissed, “Get away from me. You tricked me. There’s no A****n sex secret for long life, is there?” Although Kendra had managed to shift Marta, the warrior woman was not only strong, but had the advantage of being on top. Pinning Kendra onto her back, Marta held her shoulder down with one hand while the other groped and kneaded a breast. With her face just inches from Kendra, she grinned. “Nope.” “You’re not in your seventies either, are you?” Kendra spat. “Oh, I am that,” the woman admitted. “I was born an A****n. We live a long, long time, my gullible friend.”

Lena swallowed it eagerly, her addiction turning even the most degrading acts into pure pleasure. The dirty talk became nonstop. "This is your new life now, whore." "Every night you hear us gaming, you crawl over here on all fours." "We are going to turn your apartment into a free use glory hole." Lena came so many times her body started shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy was bright red and swollen. Cum poured out of her with every thrust. At one point they had three cocks in her pussy at the same time while two more tried to stretch her asshole. The intense stretching made her squirt violently across the room.

"No test, Jerry. I think Julia sometimes believes the same thing; that I'm somehow testing our marriage. I know what her fantasies were. I read a few of the same books she did to see where her mind is. I have no doubt she would remain faithful if it was something I required of her. Our marriage has been and is strong. Once I decided to do this, it was the biggest question I had; whether or not I could let her have every experience she dreamed about. I didn't ask her if she wanted to do this until I was reasonably sure I could let it go all the way. I admit to a small sense of relief when you chose Lisa last night, but I was perfectly willing to let her proceed as red silk last night. It woul

Loving it. The invasion was swift and brutal, stretching her already sore ring of muscle. A sharp cry was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. Full. So full. She was packed, a triple penetration that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind. Her body bowed off the bed, a silent scream of overwhelming ecstasy. “Look at that,” someone whistled. “All three holes stuffed. A perfect fucking gangbang slut.”

She stayed straddled over him, grinding slowly, milking the last drops from his swollen base while she watched her pack descend into chaos. A young female , barely twenty , dropped to all fours in front of one of the older males. He mounted her instantly, thick cock slamming into her dripping pussy from behind. Within seconds his knot swelled, locking them together as he rutted with short, brutal thrusts. She howled, claws digging into the dirt. To their left, two males had pinned a curvaceous female between them. One took her mouth, the other her ass , both already beginning to knot. Cum already leaked from her stretched holes as they used her relentlessly.

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.