Fresh Pussy Novels & Stories

“I had a great time. That sweet pussy of hers is something else... the pussy was so tight even though a lot of objects entered like the big sex toy for example, it still remained tight throughout… I can even die for this pussy because it was so good… and I love how the pussy tasted… and I love how the pussy was dripping with so much of my cum coming out of it every second… this pussy is so good… Best fuck I’ve had in a long time.” Kai smirked. “Glad you enjoyed her… and glad you love the pussy, because I also love this pussy… she is such a slot who is so much lost in pleasure and love massive cocks than anything… she is addicted to sex and to big massive cock… what a slut.”

“You want ruthless? Fine. Bend over that table and spread your legs like the slut you are for me.” I obeyed instantly, bending over the table, hiking my skirt up to my waist and kicking my heels apart. My soaked panties clung to my pussy, the lace dark with arousal. Kai yanked them down in one sharp tug, letting them pool at my ankles. “Jesus Christ, look at this messy cunt,” he groaned, slapping my ass hard enough to sting. He spread my cheeks with both hands, exposing me completely. “You’re still leaking my cum from earlier because your greedy pussy couldn’t get enough, could it?”

“This pussy is mine. So wet. So tight. Taking every inch of me.” She pushed back against me, moaning shamelessly, her walls fluttering and pulsing around my beaded cock. The added texture made her tremble, her legs shaking as pleasure built fast. I reached around and rubbed her clit, thrusting deep and grinding against her. She came hard, crying out my name as her pussy clamped down around me, gushing wetly down my shaft.

Hunter crawled towards me, shoving off his trousers that were still stuck at his ankles, kicking them off the bed. His face met mine, our foreheads touched as he wiped the trickles of sweat forming at my temples. He ran his hands down my entrance, palming my pussy. His fingers ran between my folds. I moaned, biting down tenderly. I was plump, warm, and already wet for him. He continued to glide his fingers into me, rubbing his thumb in circles hard against my clit. I couldn't control the moans that escaped my mouth as he pushed his fingers deep inside me, watching me lustfully.

Tessy’s slick fingers slide over my pussy, drove me crazy, but what really got me fired up was when she pulled the wet panties from my mouth and started cramming them into my pussy, the friction was maddening. I never would have guessed she was such a kinky, pussy-hungry bitch — we finger-banged each other in the bathroom at her home or school once in a while, but I wasn't expecting this. She twisted the panties around and forced more of them inside me, making me squeal. By the time she dragged them out again, I was aching to be fucked, and the fingers that thrust into me were a blissful release. I rode them hard, chasing my climax, getting louder and louder as I lost control. I wouldn’t be

pussy spasming, squirting arcs of clear juice that splashed her desk and floor, the sharp scent blooming as her body convulsed, thighs quaking. He was on her in seconds, hauling her up and bending her over the desk, skirt shredded aside, panties long gone. His massive cock breached her in one brutal shove, stretching her walls to their limit, the burn exquisite amid her cream. "Tight little slut," he growled, hands bruising her hips as he bottomed out, balls slapping her clit. Round one was merciless pounding thrusts that rattled the desk, her tits dragging across scattered papers, nipples hardening against the edges. Sweat beaded on his neck, dripping salty onto her back, mixing with her ow

My pussy clenched so hard I whimpered. I shoved my own panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off. I was dripping, slick coating my inner thighs. I lined him up, the blunt head kissing my entrance. Shawn's hands clamped down hard on my hips. “Susan... ahh… wait… slow down. You’re so fucking tight already, I…” I sank down. Just the tip stretched me open, burning in the best way. I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. Yes!

“Your pussy is gripping me like it never wants to let go.” “Yes—fuck—right there,” Vivienne cried out, hips rising to meet every thrust, nails raking down his back. Emotions flooded her—relief, power, raw love mixed with savage desire. “You feel so good inside me. Deeper. Claim my cunt. Make me scream your name.”