Female Yandere X Male Reader の小説・ストーリー

I said, voice husky and commanding. “Tonight I’m not Liam’s sweet girlfriend. Tonight I’m your gangbang princess. I want every single one of you to use me like the dirty little cumslut I am. No limits. No holding back. I want cocks in my mouth, my pussy, my ass… I want to be passed around, spit-roasted, double-stuffed, and filled until cum is dripping out of every hole.” I hit send. The phones in the room buzzed almost simultaneously. Noah’s eyes widened as he read it.

She moaned, arching her back as I rolled her hard pink nipples roughly between my fingers, sucking on the soft spot in her neck as she gasped again. I felt something snap inside me, the worm of dark desire crowding the spaces between my frontal lobes so that I tore the dress from her frame, hardening when she whimpered and splayed her legs so that my eyes trailed over the puffed-up meat of her pink pussy. ”Punish me, Xander, I’ve been a very bad girl,” Darlene whispered so quietly that I went half-crazed, thinking I hadn't heard her, and dragging my eyes to her face catching the wanton look on it.

She eagerly stared into Zandro's eyes and slowly grind on his lap. Ara moaned softly as she continued to plunge into his manhood. Zandro was holding Ara by the hip while lustfully looking at Ara who was enjoying herself while riding his manhood. "F-faster, darling!— ahh" he ordered so Ara grind faster, even more, she was so horny and can't take it anymore so she took off her undies and inserted Zandro's manhood into her femininity. "Ohh-huh!" They growled at the same time and thrust even faster because they were both close to cum.

Layla gets up and looks at my cock like she has never seen one before. "-May I touch it? Layla asks curiously. -Of course, you can. Do you know what this is? -Umm… No… I have never seen one." Layla replies, touching my cock and making it get as hard as possible. While Layla was touching my dick, I explain to her that I am a futanari, gifted with both a pussy and a dick. She is mesmerized by my dick and keeps playing with it until I ask her nicely to stop.

She was so hot and wet already that her sex scorched my fingers as I slid two fingers up inside her tight pussy. She grinded her pelvis into my hand. Her head tipped back. Xander attacked her neck like he was a vampire and she the only blood source available. I saw the flash of his teeth as they sank slightly into her tight flesh. "Switch," Taryk called. Xander growled but let go of our sweet Cherry. He unhooked her legs from his waist and slid her to Taryk.

But here is this total stranger who she knows only for two days, making her feel like the woman that she is, knowing exactly what she wants and how to be handled on the bed, doing it with her on the beach! Adan on the other hand can't stop thinking of how good and sweet her body tastes to him. Of all the sex that he had with all women of different kinds, more than twenty different women, he never felt this sweetness, this pleasure, this horny with any of them as he feels with Yamileth. Yamileth has such a fresh body, soft and succulent. Adan wishes not to stop as he takes his every move slowly. He wishes that Yamileth works for him and he will always be having sex with her and no one else.

I feel the bed dip beside us and look to see our mate crawling towards us. “We have two more marks to give.” Lust overtakes Xander’s face and I see his erect dick sway as he crawls to us. “And I need to be inside of her.” I move away from in between Arya’s legs and roll onto my back. Looking at our beautiful mate, I ask, “Have you ever had two men at once?” She shakes her head. “No. But I have done anal.” “You’ve done anal? Our little mate has a naugty streak. I like it,” I say, looking at Xander.

“Please, Jake.” He grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Mira’s face pressed into the pillow. He pulled her ass up so she was on her knees, back arched. His hand came down in a firm smack on one cheek. The sting made her moan louder. “Such a bad girl, wanting your best friend’s man,” he growled. But there was no anger in it, only heat. He lined up the head of his cock with her entrance and pushed in hard. Mira cried out as he filled her in one thrust. He was thick, and the stretch burned in the best way. Her pussy gripped him tight.

My heart pounded hard. He leaned in. His breath brushed my cheek. Then he stopped. "Read this new scene," he said, his voice low and rough. He handed me a fresh page. "Out loud. Then tell me exactly how it would feel if it were you." I took the paper. The scene was filthy. The man in the story had the woman bent over his desk, his hand between her legs, teasing her until she begged. I read every word. My voice grew softer, thicker. When I finished, he waited.

"Last night I imagined her again, those small tits perfect in my hand, and that tight little hole that has never been properly fucked. I would edge her for hours, make her drip down her thighs while she reads my dirty words back to me in that soft, shaky voice of hers. Then I'll bend her over and fuck her raw until she screams that she only belongs to me, filling her deep with load after load so she cannot forget who bred her." My clit throbbed so hard that I had to shift in my chair, pressing my legs tighter together to ease the ache, but it only made me wetter. I could feel my panties getting damp the longer I read this raw fantasy about breaking in a girl who sounded exactly like me. My p