Fluffy Smut Novels & Stories

The wet, creamy sounds of my cum being churned inside her cunt were loud and utterly obscene. Her hand slipped between our slamming bodies. Fingers wrapped around the base of my still-hard cock, then slid along her stretched, cum-leaking pussy lips. She fingered herself openly, stirring the thick, frothy mixture of our combined fluids, the squelching noises growing even filthier.

Now my small smile had turned into a toothy grin. Zac rolled his eyes, scrunching up his whole face. "You make me sappy and gross, Bloom." "Soft spot," I poked his cheek, speaking in a singsong voice. Zac swatted my hand away, "No." "Yes," I retorted smugly. He rolled his eyes again, "Whatever." I laughed at how childish he was acting because he didn't want to admit it. It was cute. Wait. No, no it was not cute.

I asked, "Oh, so what is it then?" Trust me, I read just one paragraph when she sent me those kinds of stuff and it was full of..okay, I don't wanna think about it. Yuck! Roshini's eyes lit up as she answered, "Smut. We called it smut." She seemed to be drooling over the idea of reading it again. I was a hundred percent sure that as soon as she reached the room, she was going to change, eat, and then she would start reading her smut... yeah, smuts till late at night.

But I wince, closing my eyes instinctively at the odd feeling. It's too much, and I'm not used to it. "Hey," he calls, causing me to look at him. "It's okay, take it all out." Instinctively, I do as he says, pulling all three of my fingers out "There, stop just at the tips." On saying this, his hand on his cap squeezes around it, drawing out precum. It's so... lovely, whitish like lots of puddle joined together. Delicious puddle,

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

In a room draped with too much redness, thin translucent curtains hung at the sides of the bed covering two exposed bodies intertwined together so that nothing could fit in between, a sweet fragrance littered all over the place accompanied by glowing candles that gave light to the room which was filled with a romantic feel. Smooch. Lips smacked against each other making smooching sounds that seemed to excite the two men expressing their love through physical torments. Gasps and moans conquered the place. Tongues rolled against each other, fighting for dominance. And saliva flowed from one source to the other leaving a trail of a watery and shiny strand that connected on the tip of their tong

She welcomed his posture with her glistening excitement totally exposed before his eyes. "You're not that bushy at all," he murmured as he sniffed on her left thigh's skin. But for Flora, who always had her pubic hair waxed, it was already bushy compared to when she had her usual schedules of waxing. She tried her best to crouch on her back to see what Damien was doing down below. "Ahhhhh... fu....." Flora covered her mouth as she realized she was cussing.

"Fuck, I promise you're going to sit for breakfast with my cum dripping through your panties while I smile at your mom, thinking what I've done to her daughter without her knowing." "You're sick," I moaned, but I cum twice more before he even finished. He pulled out, and his cum pulled a rope across my stomach. He rubbed it with his palm, smearing it like he was drawing something. I lay there, coated in him, inside and out, watching him smear his cum on my skin until even my pussy clenched. "Let's quickly go and take a shower before our parents come down and find us like this," he said. "It'll be too bad if we get caught."

I pursed my lips at that statement, because who knows how long supernatural sperm can survive in a human uterus? This morning’s basket that was brought in was extra special because a certain pet came along with it. Fluffy came prancing into the cave, his eyes brightening when he saw me. “Fluffy!” he ran up to me and gave me cat lick kisses. Creed only chortled, setting the basket down on the small table we had been eating and maybe mated on a few times. I started blushing, thinking about that poor table.