Frottage Sex Novels & Stories

“Just… the fantasy. The sacrilege of it. Fucking someone on sacred ground while the cross watched.” Seong’s eyes flashed brighter. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the blunt head of his cock. One brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt, ridges dragging against oversensitive walls. Ren screamed, back arching off the table. “Keep going,” Seong growled, starting a punishing rhythm—deep, hard snaps of his hips that made the table creak. “Tell me how you jerked off after confession. Did you finger yourself while whispering Hail Marys?”

Imagine his tongue… I slip two fingers inside myself, gasping at the intrusion. It feels good but it’s not enough. I want more. Want him. I fuck myself with my fingers while I rub my clit with my other hand, his shirt pressed to my face, his scent filling my lungs. I imagine him inside me. Imagine how big he’d feel, how he’d stretch me. Imagine him pinning me down and claiming me, making me his. The orgasm builds fast and hard. My hips are moving, riding my own hand, and I’m moaning into his shirt.

I wanted the world to see. "Preston!" I screamed his name, my internal muscles clamping down on him like a vice. The vibration, the friction, and the sheer taboo of the open partition sent us both over the edge. We fucked hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the car. I reached my third climax of the night, my body shaking so hard I thought I'd break, just as Preston roared and filled me for the second time. We collapsed against each other, drenched in sweat and various fluids, as the car slowed to a halt.

It was probably a seven inch, or a little bit longer, but it had the girth that'd make me only enjoy sex with him, and anyone else as big as he was. “Do you think it'd fit?” I asked softly, and he shrugged. “Tell me to stop if it hurts.” Franklin whispered, kissing me softly as he pressed against my entrance, using his hand as a guide. “Please fuck me already.” I begged, needing him inside of me. Franklin slowly pressed inside me, and he went halfway through. I felt very hot in my body, biting against his neck. My claws dug into his back, and I drew blood. Franklin hissed painfully against my ears, pushing the rest of himself into me.

“Touch my clit. Please.” Heat flares in Frost’s eyes, burning like white-hot flame. Immediately, he slides a hand between us and finds my clit, pressing against it in a circular pattern as his strokes slow a little, becoming so hard and deep that I feel them everywhere. “That’s it,” I groan. “Oh fuck. Yes. Yes!”

Our moans filling the room, our sweat mixing together. "Fuccck!." I grit out as his warm liquid spills inside of me. He take out his sex and collapsed beside me. "That was terrific Francis." I gasp for breath as my fingers encircle his length. I sit up and straddle him, I slowly sit on his sex as it fills me. I throw back my head and move up and down slowly. He groans and grabs my ass shoving me down roughly. My walls tightening round him and I lean in and kiss him fiercely. We pull apart and I sit up on his length again

Fran made an excuse in an unusual rapid tone. Hmm, so a cool girl like her also masturbates from time to time. This is quite a good source of information. "Ahhn,nn...! It's entering... Agh..." "It's very tight from the entrance" "Haahaaa...Haaahaaa...! I-it feels goooood...! So sex is like this?" "Not bad, right?" "Fuh ….. Then, I'll ask you, prince." "What is it?" "Why did it feel so good?"

The room started to fog up from all the warmth we were creating in the late hours of the night. I pulled my cock out of her mouth as I began to bend her over, her ass was visible and alluring, I positioned her ass against my cock, and slowly I began to thrust into her, it took us a few tries before I was able to get our rhythm, her breast kept on bouncing against her chest as I began to thrust fast, we moaned loudly together. “Franco!” ivery yelled as she began to ejaculate, her cum was all over my cock. I laid her down, spreading her legs out.

Rosette hissed as he delved deeper, drawing her legs up. Satisfied with her response, he began to move his hips into her slowly and deeply. Each thrust elicited a grinding sensation, intensifying her arousal. Meeting his movements eagerly, she felt a mix of exquisite pain and pleasure with each forceful drive. The sexual frenzy escalated, heightening the intensity of their encounter.

Tristan writhed underneath Roth as the swollen head pushed against Tristan’s p-spot. God, Roth knew how to drive that thing inside him. Tristan’s head spinning in ecstasy, he shouted and grabbed his pillow, painting with every lust-filled thrust. Roth kissed him sloppily and he loved the mess of it. He made sexy little yelps as he fought the impending urge to explode inside Tristan. “I’m getting so close” he said, jostling his cock with impressive speed. Tristan tightened his ass muscles to really torture Roth's hrobbing cock.