Femboy Smut Novels & Stories

Oil dripped from them, soaking the floor, pebbled peaks shiny. Sammy shot the girl a dirty look. "Watch it, you......" The girl just smirked evilly, yanking on Sammy's areaolas harder, plucking them harshly. "You, what??? Whore?? Same as you are now." She said, pinching the huge buds with her fingernails, making Sammy whimper brokenly. "Fuck, Sammy. Your udders look amazing." Cesare growled, openly palming his long cock through his slacks. "Fuck!!! They need to be sucked roughly. Fuck!!!"

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV "Use your feet." I gulp at that, "My... ffe... feet." "Yes love, use your feet just like you would use your hands on my cock." I swallow again, this... is a new thing to me; I've never met anyone with a feet fetish before.

Smut warning — He massages her b**ty and sucks her lips for some seconds and pulls away, he removes her trousers completely. Fiorella hastily unbuckles his belt and pulls down his trousers, he takes it off finally by himself. He stares at her pink lacy panties, her sexy curvy hips, this is a typical hourglass shape. Tito smirks and loves what he's seeing, he likes attractive and beautiful women. She widen her legs a bit, since she's aroused and can't keep them, he puts his hand in the middle of her pants and starts fingering her through it.

The warm, sticky fluid felt filthy and delicious as it slowly dripped down the curve of my ass and onto the floor. My heavy tits rose and fell with every ragged breath. They were already streaked with drying semen from earlier loads, my hard nipples glistening under the low living room lights. My face was a complete disaster — mascara running in thick black rivers down my cheeks, lips swollen and shiny with spit and cum, hair plastered wildly to my sweaty forehead and neck. I looked exactly like what I had become tonight: Liam’s once-sweet girlfriend turned into a filthy, shared gangbang princess.

My every nerve ending was on fire… especially my baby nipples and my crotch. “If you can only see yourself, Kat. You look like such a helpless slut! I read somewhere that small boobs are especially sensitive. Is this why you are especially horny? You little girl? Now… baby slut Kat… beg for Daddy’s dick… Beg Daddy to have his way with you. Beg to be daddy’s sex slut and say Thank you Daddy, for making me feel so good!”

Shit. That felt nice.My back arched, following his mouth.“Desperate little slut.” His tongue swirled around the bud, making me moan. “Is that what you wanted?”“Yes.” I groaned when the sharp end of his tongue flicked against my hard skin. New feelings filled my mind, and fireworks of sensations exploded behind my eyelids. My skin was burning and only he could put it out.“Yes, what?” His teeth grazed my nipple, making me go insane.“Yes, sir.” Just as the words left my mouth, I felt him sucking my nub. I meowed and raised my chest, my head growing hazy from the sensation.His lips left my breast. “Open,” he commanded, and I obeyed, opening my mouth wide so he could put his fingers in there.Only

I nodded lightly, and he smiled. Holding my neck and a little of my breath, he hit deep against my uterus. His cock set me on fire and made the walls of my core open for him. Everything became his. The horniness corrupted me. The fetish of being restrained, of having something rough, but controlled, left me with my head spinning and a smile in my mouth. I had never let a man do that to me. I've never had enough confidence or desire. But, fuck, Pablo was another story.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

"Just be you! Maybe he will be interested in people who have a positive energy like you?" "Definitely no!" "Why not? A man with a few words like him perfectly for a girl like you!" Dove believed a man who is cool as a cucumber would go crazy for a naughty girl. Clara has this mysterious charm that makes any man fall in love. She's humorous and shines like a star. The difference between them is a key to making them into each other. "May I try to be a shy girl?" Clara said. Clara wanted to act like an innocent girl. She wanted to swear pink and have thick glasses. Maybe she chose a "nerdy" look. She is girl shy outside, and a good bed is the best.