روايات وقصص ضمن Gay Beastiality Erotica

Letting myself enjoy every reaction—the way his back arched, the way his thighs trembled, the little sounds spilling from his lips. “Fuck,” he gasped when the second bead popped in. I kept going. Third. Fourth. Each one made him whimper, hips rocking back greedily. By the fifth he was shaking, hole fluttering around the silicone, trying to pull it deeper. The last, largest bead stretched him wide. He groaned—deep, broken—as it sank inside. The flaBlack base settled flush against his rim, thong snapping back over it. I moaned at the sight. My dick pulsed, leaking thickly into my briefs. The dirtiest, most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen: my stepson bent over in Black lace, ass plugged with black

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

I want to play too! Gio laughed and walked around behind Becky. "I don't think you understand me, slut. I want those men upstairs to hear you begging me really scream and beg me. Make them so curious that they all come down to see what's going on here. Just think, all those strange men seeing you kneeling here begging to be my nasty little pain slut, my dirty little sex toy. Wanting me to spank you, to turn your ass baboon red and then your pussy before I shove my cock in you and fuck you. Will it shock them? Will they laugh at you? Old enough to be my mother yet wanting me to fuck you? Will they think you are a Nasty old cougar with no self-esteem? I wonder if it will excite them to see you

Her pussy was clenching and screaming, but it was also producing a lot of wetness to welcome him. Silas began to pound her on the stone table. Crack! Slap! Crack! The sound was like a hammer hitting a rock. Every time he slammed into her, Elara’s head hit the cold stone. She didn't care. She was lost in the erotica of being taken in the light. "You're so big!" she sobbed. "I can feel you in my stomach! I can feel you in my throat!" "I am going to fill every part of you," Silas barked. He reached down and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them until she cried out. "I am the Beast, and you are my world!"

I sat on it. You know that feeling when you give a man your vibrator to use on you and he actually knows how to use it well? That’s exactly what happened. Jayden ate me like a hungry lion. He feasted. He ate both holes like an animal, making the wettest, sloppiest sounds while I moaned loud enough to wake the entire floor. My legs shook violently, my head thrown back as waves of pleasure hit me. I didn’t know I could scream that loud. Then he flipped me onto my back, buried his head between my thighs again, and continued even more vigorously.

“Ball massage, baby. Just a little one. Swear to God, makes him melt like fucking butter. Gets him every time.” I barely register the movement, but I feel the change. His hand slips down between the Beast’s thighs, fingers teasing at the base, then gently massaging lower. It’s tender and filthy at once, and from the guttural noise that the Beast lets out, deep and strangled, it’s working. The Beast stiffens under me, his cock still buried deep, twitching with the threat of release. I feel it swell, throb. But he grits his teeth and holds on.

He nibbles at my ear, then my neck as his fingers dance in and out, he sucks on my soft spot of my neck, the spot his mark will sit, and pleasure racks my body. My voice pleads with him as I cry out his name, "Bastien." I feel him smile against my neck, "what my little goddess, tell me what you want?" My legs tremble as my hips buck, "more, faster, harder," I cry out. His breath on my ear, "as you wish my goddess,” he growls and picks up the pace and depth of his assaults. He adds a finger to each and I cry out his name again, "Yes, Bastien, Yes!"

I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved. "That's it, Blaire," he growled, his large hands digging into my hips, guiding the brutal pace. His fingers left deep, red marks on my skin as he hauled me down onto him again and again. "Ride it like you've been starving for it. I want to feel how much you've been wanting this. Tell me, you little slut, did my brother make you leak like this? Or was it the thought of me finally claiming what Manuel couldn't use?"

I held Becky's head in my hands and looked her in the eye. "If you think you want to be a lesbian, Becky. Show me, show us, you have what it takes to pleasure another woman. So far, all you've proven is you like your cunt getting licked. Shasta likes getting her cunt licked and she's no lesbian." I pulled her up by her hand, led her to the bedroom and lay down with my legs spread wide. "Fuck me," I ordered, "Make me cum as fast as you can."

Burying his head into the crook of my neck, his hands explored the different parts of my body impatiently. “Calm down, Maxwell. I’m not running.” I choked out through gritted teeth. Ethan grabbed my ass from behind, running his hands repeatedly over and over in a bid to explore the softness. He crouched down till his head was on the same level with my centre then using his hands, he spread my legs apart and yanked away what was left of the bikini. Maxwell on the other hand was now eating my breast like a child who had been starved of his favorite snack. I stood there as they both assumed their positions, ready to wreck me till I was a trembling mess.