Gay Nsfw Visual Novels & Stories

The ring light glows soft pink around my face, catching the sheen of sweat on my collarbones. My twin braids swing gently as I rock my hips, the tiny remote-controlled vibrator pressed snug against my clit buzzing on its lowest setting—just enough to keep me swollen and needy for the camera. The chat scrolls fast tonight. VirginPrincess22: touch your nipples for us, baby CollegeDaddy87: spread wider, let us see that pretty pink AnonymousWolf: $50 if you moan my name

the other girl said afraid of something might happen. " Trust me, nothing will happen but us being famous," the one recorder said while smirking. The two girls posted the video recording on social media making big chaos between the fans of the XIX tier and BLKQ gaming. Some comments are stating that they might have been friends or they just hoped in the bus coincidentally. But some comments made a huge blow on the internet saying that the two famous gamers were gays.

Gabriel smiles before finally bringing his face closer to Ananas' pussy, licking her pussy, which is already wet with her juices. With his tongue, Gabriel licks Ananas' already hard clitoris. Vaginal juices continue to ooze out of her vaginal opening. Ananas moans with pleasure, her body convulsing, her hands reaching for the sheets. In fact, when Gabriel took her entire pussy into his mouth, Ananas screamed, her body screeched, and she finally cummed. Gabriel smiled as his face was wet with Ananas' cum. From his position, Gabriel could see Ananas, who was overwhelmed. Her chest was rising and falling, her face was sweating until her hair was wet, and she seemed to have lost all her strength

I ask and open the browser. "I'll type it in." His arms go to either side of me as he types on the keyboard. I watch as he clicks search and a very kinky website pops up. The background is red and black and there are multiple pictures of naked men in all sorts of positions having sex. "Did you just put on a porn website?" I ask. It's definitely porn as there are tonnes of videos and categories to click on. "Yes I put on a porn website. It specialises in gay bdsm which is exactly what we need," he explains while scrolling down.

Well, this is the only video in his gallery that contains with this content. I couldn’t see the woman’s face due to the brightness, and quality but her side profile took me. I replay the video again, and again until I noticed I was touching myself down there while imagining the woman riding my cock. I gritted my teeth then delete the video. “Fuck…” I closed my eyes, silently killing myself. I shouldn’t be thinking about this.

But my mind kept wandering to Gerald. He could be mad all he wanted, but I knew exactly how to fix it. Last time I sent him nudes, he called me like a madman within minutes. When I went over, he fucked me senseless—every hole, every position. No mercy. The memory still made me wet just thinking about it. I excused myself and locked myself in the bathroom. After digging through my hidden folder, I picked the four hottest pictures, typed a naughty caption: {Text me immediately if you like what you see, pappi}

I kept my camera angle high, just my face and the top of my tank, laughing at some guy in chat calling me a teasing bitch while my fingers typed slow on the keyboard so my voice would stay even. “Fuck you, I’m not even touching myself,” I said into the mic, smiling big for the lens, the lie sitting easy because I’d been edging for twenty minutes already and my cunt was soaked through the thin panties I still had on. The second monitor sat angled away from the main cam, Fansly tab open on the clip I’d uploaded last night, my own face flushed and mouth open while the toy worked me. I glanced at it between replies, watching myself come on loop, and the buzz against my clit kicked harder. My nip

I looked up and saw him through the glass, his body shaking as he emptied himself, his head thrown back. We stayed there for a long time, two silhouettes separated by a few yards of asphalt and a lifetime of secrets. He eventually wiped himself off and looked at me one last time. He didn't wave. He didn't smile. He just reached out and closed his curtains, leaving me in the golden glow of my room, heavy, sated, and already planning what I'd show him tomorrow. Trigger Warnings: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, toy play (dildo), mutual masturbation/JOI (Jerk Off Instruction), and explicit language.

It was an image of Layland, naked on the bed, while I was on top of him, thrusting my cock inside his asshole. I gulped as I felt my body heating up as that image continued to float inside my head. But when my manhood twitched, that's when I shook my head to mentally get rid of that image. No. I can't think of that. How did my brain even come up with that image? I'm not into men. I'm not into gays. I'm straight, for fuck’s sake!

Carefully, I scrolled down, and there I saw more indecency than I had ever encountered in my entire life. They seemed to be videos available on the main page, and the preview images told me everything I needed to know. From a group of men with just one woman, to massive cocks, to anal play, a lot of it was stuff I couldn’t even find the words to describe. Okay, so I’ve touched myself plenty of times. Being thirty-seven, it's obvious I had a vibrator to play with whenever I needed a quick release.