Frottage Sex Novels & Stories

Lian’s nails dug into Cheng’s shoulders, a sharp cry escaping as Cheng bottomed out, filling him completely. They stilled for a moment, breaths mingling, Cheng’s forehead pressed to Lian’s. Then he moved—pulling back and slamming in deep, setting a rhythm that was hard and unyielding. Deep strokes, each one hitting deep inside, grinding against Lian’s prostate with every thrust. The bed creaked under them, skin slapping against skin as Cheng fucked him relentlessly.

It’s maybe because boys masturbate way more frequently and talk about sex more openly with their friends, and I only ever had male friends who would never talk about sex in front of me. I listen to my own body and move my fingers over where he was, mimicking it and circling it to create the same friction he was. Gasping at the difference it makes when combined with how hard he’s pummelling me. I’m so slick I can hear the noise of wetness as he controls his rhythm and has me clawing at the bed with my free hand. So little control as my body spins into euphoria, and I forget some of my inhibitions and lose myself to it.

He sped up, slamming into her ass. They kept going. Switching holes. Making her ride them. At a time; Rico had her bouncing on his cock while Tank fucked her mouth and Jax pinched and slapped her tits and leaked. The room got hotter. Smelled like sex and sweat. Cum started leaking everywnhere. Jax came first the second round, pulling out and shooting across her face and tits. Rico followed, pumping his load deep into her pussy. Tank lasted longest , he flipped her onto all fours and fucked her ass until he roared and filled her there too.

“Yes, please fist me...ruin my hole, make my prolapse leak everywhere turn me into your gaping cock dump again—nghh, ahh—fuck I’m your slut....your cum rag—please—harder, stretch me......break me—” Cassian didn’t just fuck him with his cock. While still buried to the balls, he pressed two thick fingers alongside his shaft, forcing them into the already-stuffed hole with a wet, obscene squelch. Nagur’s eyes flew wide, a guttural moan tearing from his throat—“Fuuuuck too much, your fingers stretching me so wide—ahhhh—burns—feels so good, Master please...more!” Cassian scissored his fingers brutally, fucking them in and out in time with his cock, stretching Nagur’s rim to its limit. The prolaps

“My fat dick stretching your roommate hole wide open. It’s creaming all over me already. So fucking nasty.” He reached down and wrapped his hand around my leaking cock, stroking me rough and fast in time with his thrusts. The double feeling — his cock hammering my prostate and his fist milking my dick — had me shaking like crazy. Sweat rolled down my back, soaking the sheets under me. My hole was so sloppy now that every slam made cum-like froth bubble out and run down my crack. “Connor… fuck… harder,” I begged, voice cracking. “Breed me. Fill me up.”

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.

My walls clamped down on him, milking him, my pussy jumping in frantic, wet spasms. Nathaniel let out an animalistic roar. He didn't pull out. He shoved himself deeper than he ever had before, his body shaking as he filled me with his hot, angry seed. He stayed there for a long time, his forehead resting against the back of my neck, both of us panting like wounded animals while the sink faucet dripped into the basin. He pulled out with a wet, squelching sound and let go of my hair. I slumped over the sink, my legs like jelly, the scent of sex and expensive cologne thick in the air.

“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?"