Forced Ffm Novels & Stories

I switched from my thumb to two fingers, tightly pressed together, opening her ass a bit more to make sure she enjoyed what was to come. "I-- ah-- I-- Which do you want me to be, big bro? I'll-- Oh! I'll be whatever you want, whatever fanta-- aaaah!" I was silent for a long monent, giving myself time to work on her body and for the uncertainty to bore into her brain. A third finger joined them, forming a tight triangle that I intermittently spread just a little bit to stretch her tight hole so I wouldn't hurt her more than I had to. More lube was added for the same reason; I wanted Sam to have as much fun as I was going to. "Wha- what-- what do you want, M-Matty?"

I needed to make myself as cruel as I could. “You’re mistaken, Mr. Moreti.” My voice was cold. “There was never a bed, it was just a night. One that is already forgotten, or are you so hung up on one flimsy night? One would think you were the virgin and not me. It’s just sex and nothing more, and whatever we had before that, a relationship or what not, it’s done as well. I’m sure I made that clear enough last night.” Lies. They were all brutal, ugly but necessary lies.

“Fuck me harder.” Suddenly, Scott’s cock throbbed, pouring cum deep into her. My mom felt the spasm in her pussy around his throbbing cock as her climax swept over her. He slowly stroked his cock in and out of her drenched pussy, milking every last bit of cum from his cock.

Anna moaned, "Oh my God." Father Damien smirked. He held her breast with his left hand while using the vibrator on her with his right hand. Anna’s legs were shaking; she didn’t know she was about climaxing. Father Damien noticed and said softly, "Not so fast, baby girl." He worked on her clit for minutes before stopping. "We need to be fast about this."

She said. “Shower?” Matt asked. “Yes.” She replied. Matt and Chey washed each other in the shower. Then Matt turned her around and entered her from behind. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other played with her breasts. He moved that hand down between her legs to rub her sensitive spot. Chey moaned at the contact. It had been 2 weeks and their passion was off the charts. “Cum for me baby, I’m close. I have to pull out because I don’t have a condom on.” Matt moaned to her.

“Getting used in God’s house? Defiling the confessional?” “Yes—fvck—yes. Defile me.” Elijah’s control snapped. He fvcked him harder, faster, grunting with each thrust, voice unraveling into broken sounds of lust. His fingers found Rum’s cock again, slick and leaking—and stroked in rhythm, pumping him like he wanted to force the orgasm out. Rum cried out, wrecked and perfect, his back arching as he spasmed around Elijah’s cóck. He came with a choked sob, spilling into Elijah’s hand, his entire body trembling as pleasure crashed over him like holy fire.

I threw my head back and closed my eyes as two of my fingers worked their way into my pussy. "fuck, I love this feeling~~" I slid down the door, and spread my legs wide to give enough access to my fingers. I started to move my fingers around slowly and a mourn escaped my throat. "Fuck Aiden~~" My fingers began to pump in and out of my clit. "Ahhh~~~" The heat was intense and my body couldn’t handle this much. My body began to tremble but my fingers weren't ready to stop. Another finger slipped into my pussy. My fingers started to pump faster in and out of my clit.

But on the second time, he was sensual, slow and passionate. Sam closed her eyes, covering her face as images of them flashed in her mind continuously. She liked how Damian had f8cked her. She could not call it making love because love is just one sided for her. The way he made her orgasm with his mouth and fingers and when he thrusted into her. She felt something funny in her belly as she recalls feeling his size inside of her.

I buck into his touch as his lips attach to mine. I moan as he readjusts his hand, gripping me tighter as our mouths collide, his body slowly rolling into mine. My hips rise to meet his every time, and I whine when I'm not able to get enough friction. He huffs out a laugh and pulls away, reaching for his drawer to get out his lube. I fall back against his pillows and squeeze my eyes shut, letting the heat simmer within me. I try to focus on that rather than these butterflies that won't go away. We're friends, I tell myself, just friends. This means nothing.

“I can’t say I know what you mean, but Frank is a one-minute man. He puts it in, prods around for thirty seconds, thrusts for another thirty, and blasts. It’s really demoralizing. At least he gives me a little oral—maybe once a month. Nothing special, though. He excites himself so much that he comes before I’m even warmed up. He’s got premature ejaculation. We’re trying to sort it out, but after five years since our first time, we haven’t made much progress.” “Oh my God! Alba! Alba! I’m coming! Fûck! Fûck, fûck, fûck!” This time, it’s the brunette on screen receiving the blonde’s attention, her legs spread as the woman between them eagerly devours her. I don’t know if it’s the wine, the tele