Frottage Sex Novels & Stories

She aligned their vulvas, the wet, skin-on-skin contact sparking a new wave of heat. Colette began to scissor, moving slowly at first, grinding her pelvis against Claire’s in wide, deliberate circles. The friction was fucking maddening. She increased the pace, the wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. Colette grabbed onto Claire’s breasts, kneading them, her head dipping down to suckle at the nipples. "Oh lord... oh lord," Colette moaned, her own voice losing its icy control. "This little pussy feels so good."

, he says, rubbing my clit in a slow, repetitive motion, causing me a feeling of extreme euphoria. I squirm at the sensation, unable to respond in the face of so many provocations that drive me wild. His mouth is still delivering strong bites wherever it can reach. Dense steam surrounds us, creating a hot, suffocating atmosphere. The intense heat causes sweat to run down my body, intensifying the sensation of suffocation, contributing to the excitement that drives me out of my mind. He thrusts his finger into my sex, sinking into my flesh, making me moan low, loving his thrusts, deep and sure, making me roll onto his fingers, feeling my whole body involuntarily contract with intense pleasure

"Okay. I'll block her I guess." And few more hours were spent with us playing more games and of course... A group sex session. **** On the sofa, me and Gerroto. On the bed, Ravine and Aaron facing the big mirror which also showed us two. Our men were NOT taking it easy on our bodies. It was as if they were trying to compete who makes the other one moan and scream their name more than the other. "Gerroto! Lube me up and fuck me harder!" I suggest, to decrease the friction and win this stupid competition.

a second orgasm, with that, Alexander was sucking his hole, while Sasha was at that time, sucking his cock. Then, as he came with an orgasm, both men stopped sucking him, as he felt each of them, on top of him, doing frottage , rubbing their cocks and cumming on his abdomen, between his groin, when they were licking their abdomens of his semen, which was oozing out, squirting between them, as they stopped where they were moaning and panting, enters recovering, they began, helping with dressing. - It's all right...? - Sasha questioned.

I spread my legs wider, my hips arching upwards to meet his movements. The frottage between our dicks built with each stroke, hot and urgent. He leaned down slowly to groan against my ear, "You're driving me crazy." He moved back and we frothed like that with his hands sliding over our dicks. Our breaths mingled with my moans as he moved faster and faster. I couldn't take it anymore. My release burnt through me with speed and shot out like a milk volcano. "Ohhh fawwwk," my voice rendered the air as he stroked me through my climax.

I started sliding my hips back and forth, the friction made my centre ache even more, and gave me a weird sense of satisfaction. With a low whimper, I slid my hands downward towards Xavier’s groin area, unzipped his pants with a skill even I didn't know I possessed, and grabbed his cock. It was already rock hard, warm, and pulsing in my hand, making me let out a satisfied moan. “…Fuck Aurora. You are doing things to me.” He dropped his head back, almost losing himself to the pleasure and I couldn't help but panic. “Eyes on the road Xavier. I’m not ready to die yet.” His eyes were hooded but he nodded anyway, trying to endure the assault I was giving to his member.

Fathia said, “did you like my dick size?“ Peter asked, “tiny and long Is the best, no injuries, no wound,” Fathia said and she smiles, and she held the dick and started massaging It, “you haven't shown me your sex skills,” Peter said, “I will show you the little that I knew because am not good at such, but you can teach me your method,” Fathia said, “Okay,” Peter said, and Fathia held his dick and started giving him a blow job for some minutes, while Peter was smooching her lower part of the body, and they had a good romance on the bed before having another round of sex,

After all, he wasn't trying to bargain for his death, he was bargaining sex with me. And with that, I slowly lowered the gun. My choices were wrong, my insides pooled with dread. But the thought of his thrusts made me courageous enough to drop the gun to the floor. “Make this quick.” Rocco moved swiftly, like a predator coming for its prey. I knew for a fact that this wasn't going to be like the previous sex. This was going to be rough. Fast. Desperate. Rocco closed the distance between us, slipping a hand around my waist. He slipped his free hand into my skirt. His fingers found my slits and he gently grazed over them, making my thighs clench. My folds burned with heat as he increased press

Plumper than ever, red and flustered. I let my spit drool over to my cock, I needed lubricant. All that sexiness was making the back of my throat clog with thickened saliva. Then I coated it all over my length, stroking my cock with need, eyes fixed on him. He got on his knees. Pussy planted on the wooden part of the chair. Then he pushed his waist, jamming violently into the pussy, it made a splat sound, mimicking a wet pussy. I bounced my cock in my hands, it was rock hard, hungry and begging. But all I could do was stroke myself, which I did.

“You’ve been teasing me through the walls for months. Now you’re gonna take every inch.” He pulled them off and stood up, towering over them. “On the couch. Asses up.” The girls scrambled into position side by side, backs arched, pussies exposed and dripping. Frank slammed two thick fingers into each of them at once, roughly finger-fucking them with zero warmup. “AH! Fuck!” Kate screamed, pushing back. Mira was already shaking. “Harder— stretch us!” Frank curled his fingers viciously against their G-spots, pumping fast. Wet squelching filled the room. Within seconds both girls were squirting hard, powerful jets soaking his arm, the couch, and the floor.