Novel & Cerita Freya Allan Porn

Lucian muttered as he spread her legs open to reveal her pink sex, shining and wet “Please Lucien” “Please what?” “...please..hurry” after Freya had said that, leucine dived in for her pussy, licking in straight clean as the sensation had her shaking on the bed as she clutched to the sheet He nipped and sucked and trusted his tongue in a maddening stroke that had Freya almost gasping as her body shuddered with want “ ah-yes, Lucien” she cried out as he felt her climax build and she came

My cock hardened so fast it strained painfully against my boxers, the fabric already tearing at the seams. Freya had shoved the blanket away. She was lying completely naked on the bed, legs spread wide open, revealing her soaked, glistening pussy. Her fingers were between her thighs, stroking her swollen folds gently and softly, releasing those breathy, needy little moans that went straight to my dick. Dammit! This woman is going to end up killing me.

His eyes glazed over and his jaw clenched together. “You have absolutely no idea why you do to me.” He whispered while leaning down and began trailing kisses down my exposed stomach. “Then show me.” ‼️ MATURE SCENES‼️ Those simple words seemed to snap whatever self control he was holding together as he pulled off my pants and panties, leaving me bare to his flaming eyes. I automatically tried to cover myself up but he gripped both hands to the bed and smirked up at me. “Oh no, you said show you so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” He growled and his head dipped low between my legs. I let out a gasp as his cool tongue slid between my sensitive area and began flicking vigorously.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

His thumb worked her clit relentlessly while he finger-fucked her against the wall, whispering filthy praise in her ear. “That’s it. Take it like a good girl. This pussy is mine now. Been mine since you were eighteen and watched me fuck that girl like a whore. You wanted it to be you, didn’t you?” “Yes,” she moaned, trembling on the edge already. “God, yes—” Draven kissed her again, swallowing her cries as he drove her over the edge. Freya came hard around his fingers, thighs shaking, soaking his hand with her release. The orgasm was devastating, years of pent-up need exploding out of her.

Aniko was coming in with Freya Allan who was wearing a scarlet dress that clung to her body sinfully. I couldn't help but stare at her. She looked sexy. Luckily she was blindfolded. "Aniko please don't let me fall on my butt because I can't see a single thing." Aniko giggled softly. "Don't worry Freya I won't let you fall but just stand still because we all have a big surprise for you." Freya dozed off and didn't say a word. "Did Lain put you up to this?" She asked curiously and crossed her arms over her chest.

They would only call her a whore, make snide remarks towards her and criticize her since she was the female who should have protected herself at all cost. *DIADEM PACK* FREYA’S POV I didn’t know what the day meant or why I wasn’t supposed to be in my room at the time of the day but nothing will take me out of this comforting water until I am done. He will either wait for or get whatever it is done by himself. I continued to wash myself in the water, ignoring his tantrum outside but soon got interrupted when Hailey burst into the bathroom to pass a message.

BRANDON The scent of brewed coffee and warm buttered toast drifted through the air as I stood by the kitchen island, flipping through my emails on the tablet. Freya sat at the breakfast table, her hair falling softly over her shoulder, still damp from her morning shower. She was slicing into a piece of fruit, her expression distant, like her thoughts were elsewhere—somewhere quiet and far away.

I glanced at Freya, her lips parted, breathing fast, already sliding her hand between her legs as she sank onto the bed beside me. My nipples tightened. I spread my legs slowly, fingers slipping past the waistband of my panties, finding the slick heat of my pussy. I was already soaked. Lucien’s stare never left me, and it only made me wetter. He licked his lips. "Show me how much you want this." I dipped two fingers inside myself, moaning as I moved them in and out, slow and deep. Freya was gasping next to me, her legs open wide, her fingers rubbing circles around her clit as she whimpered his name.

The clap of her boobs filled the room and I shut them up with both my hands. Not getting enough, I flipped her over again, and this time, she was lying flat on the bed while I hovered on top of her. Freya, now all sweaty yet unwavering reached for my lips first and hungrily. She had never been this way with sex and I could only wonder what had come over her. She seem so hyper with sex these days and could go on for an hour with it. "Ah, Yes Lucien. Right there. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Ah, fuck," she cried. But it was a cry of pleasure.