Novel & Cerita Feminist Erotica

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The fact that she had a pretty face and great body, combined with her inexperience and shyness, got Josephine even hornier. There was something wild, irresistible and purely sexy about that girl. Josephine wanted that soft skin to rub against hers. She couldn't wait to rub her pussy against April's pussy. Oh fuck. The erotic thoughts of her and April in a scissors position, rubbing and pressing their pussies against each other, made the volume her moans and groans increase. She increased the movement of her fingers, brutal thrusting and ramming her fingers into her pussy over and over again, her thumb coming in contact with her sensitive clit with every powerful thrust.

doesn’t mean — Oh!” I had stopped her complaining by quickly aiming My cock and thrusting forward hard, sinking deep into her warm, wet cunt, snagging and drawing her inner pussy lips in with me. I took her by the hips and started thrusting, slowly at first. After several long strokes I quickly decided that the sensation of Fernanda’s pussy wrapped around My dick was one of My ten favourite things. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” whimpered Fernanda to herself as she was repeatedly penetrated while being bent over the kitchen counter. As I picked up the pace the only other sound was that of My hips slapping against her quivering ass cheeks. “You can’t just — uh — bend a girl over and — uh

She trusted in her abilities to get every job done and she had only recorded her successes so far. Ivy was a woman who could pass for a thief, a spy or even a killer. She ran every kind of such related errands and all she cared about was the money. She never formed any meaningful relationships with people. Entanglements makes a person weak, she believed. And it could get in the way of her job. The fact that she was raised by a nameless bunch of women made Ivy a feminist. She cared little about other people and for the other gender, she didn't care at all. She was someone who was a stranger to how meaningful relationships actually worked. And she just didn't care.

Sandra, an 18-year-old voluptuous woman, sat at her desk in the quiet office, her mind wandering to her favorite pastime – self-pleasure. Her body was a work of art, with ample curves in all the right places. Her breasts, full and heavy, strained against her blouse, and her wide hips and thick thighs filled her chair. But what really set Sandra apart was her surprisingly tiny, tight pussy, a secret treasure hidden beneath her generous figure. As the last of her coworkers trickled out, Sandra's fingers began to dance across her keyboard, opening a discreet folder on her computer filled with her favorite erotic stories and images. She knew she shouldn't be doing this at work, but the risk of g

She'd never felt a cock as big as the one pressed against the small of her back, she was filled with fear but strangely she felt her little pussy tingle. "Fuck!" She thought, "I'm actually turned on by this big ugly brute with his big cock." This was very new to her. She had always been a very strong feminist, believing in equality in all things including sex. One of the things she had always loved about Ethan was that he showed her such respect, never forcing himself on her and if she ever said no, he stopped immediately. Yes, like any girl, she had rape fantasies, she thought that was normal, but didn't think she really ever wanted to be raped. Now she felt her little pussy throbbing at th

The room was dim-lit though I was able to see two naked bodies grinding each other, they had immediately switched positions as I could now see their faces, it wasn’t Laura and Carlos as I first thought, those two were probably in their sleep that they did not realize their son was at work. Abigail turned the poor lady into a doggy-style position as he fucked her from behind, pressing her face on the sheet, going deeper at each request, the lady seemed to be enjoying it as each of her cry comes with a plea for more and Abigail was likely not to stop as he smack her ass a couple of times. “I’m cumming….I’m cumming” she cried into the pillow, Abigail seem to be at his edge as he removes his dic

On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor. Elena was whispering along with him, “Fuck me harder, fuck my hole,” her fingers plunging in and out in perfect rhythm. She came so hard she didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway at first. The second time was even something else. She was on the living room couch, skirt around her waist, no panties, one leg hooked over the armrest. Two hung studs were spit-roasting a eager bottom on our TV — one thick cock slamming down his throat, the other pounding his ass raw.

they were so many that she lost count. When she spotted a pick colored rabbit-shaped dildo, she shut her eyes and turned her head away, embarrassed. Everything inside the room screamed of sin. Pure, erotic sin which set off a throbbing feeling between her thighs. Even the pictures on the wall did little to alleviate the erotic tension in the room. Half dressed couples positioned in different sex poses, with a bountiful show of breasts and buttocks. She felt her head spinning, her thoughts swimming, and the room seemed to tilt on its axis.

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.