Gender Bender Erotica Mga Nobela at Kwento

The ache was there, but it mixed with this hungry throb that begged to be filled again. Kendra stepped closer, her black robe falling open completely now. She looked so confident, her tall frame casting a shadow over me in the candlelight. Her breasts were full and firm, nipples hard points, and between her legs, the strap-on harness hugged her hips tight. The dildo attached to it was huge—black, shiny rubber about ten inches long, with thick veins running along the shaft that made it look almost real. The head was bulbous, flared just right to catch on everything it touched. She knelt down between my thighs, her knees pressing into the pillows on either side of my hips. Her hands gripped my

It's a 7 inch black vibrator that she bought off A****n. And every night just before she goes to sleep, whenever she uses Jimmy all she could think of is Anthony's handsome face and his hands roaming around her body. It's only in her wildest fantasies where she sees his long legs and his body, how he touch and kiss her skin in ways imaginable, and taste the musk to fulfill her needs. Now that she knows that Anthony isn't really gay as there is truth that he is bisexual, she's become more desperate than before. Which is why it only took her a matter of days for her to do something... a little out of the ordinary.

He mustered all his courage to retort, “My cock is not tiny.” #steamy #forbidenromance #alphafemale #seduction #omega #primaldesire #hardcore #agegap #olderwomanxyoungerman #surrender Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** Maya groans softly. She rubs her thighs together as she stares at the full moon from her luxurious bed.

My fingers pushed the vibrator relentlessly against her clit, anchoring her legs wide open in the air, while Eros’s heavy slaps and teeth on her neck kept her whimpering in a frantic, desperate rhythm. The redhead's entire frame convulsed violently against the ropes. She let out a ragged, agonizing scream and came hard against the vibrator, pouring her slick wetness over the device. I clicked the power off and let out a dark, low chuckle, staring down at her sweat-drenched face. "Look at this... A completely broken whore," I growled. I gripped the fabric of her crimson panties with both hands and yanked with brute force. The lace ripped straight down the middle with a sharp tear, exposing he

I’m living for it. The moment Gabe slides his swollen, salty flesh into my mouth, I am pushed to the brink. Right to the precipice of something almost alarmingly beautiful. My trembles increase and I become painstakingly aware of every pressure point in my body. My entire body weight rests on the place where I’m joined by Tobias, my clit pressing and rubbing on the base of his engorged flesh. Banks is so full, hurting me slightly with his ownership but in a way that I want. I want to feel like a corrupted virgin—I don’t care if that’s weird or wrong. I want to feel like a seductive vixen, too, and I’m getting that from Gabe. Tobias looks up at me with nothing short of hero worship, like I’m

Then there was only darkness, consciousness. At the sound of soft music flowing from the surround system, Beyoncé’s Dangerously In Love, I opened my eyes. Nelly was standing at the end of the bed, stark naked, a small packet glinting in his hand. "You vibrate like a fucking cell phone when you're about to come. That's...sexy as hell.” And it was freaking amazing! Damn, I want to do that again. And again. And again. I gave him a satiated grin.

The bedroom was huge and luxurious. Valeria opened a large drawer beside the bed and took out several items. She laid them on the silk sheets: a thick black dildo with realistic veins, a smaller pink vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps. “Lie on the bed,” Valeria ordered. “On your back. Legs wide open.” Aurora obeyed. She spread her thighs, showing her red, swollen pussy. It was still dripping from her previous orgasms.

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

Bella gulped and made a nasty face and was about to close the drawer but her curiosity couldn't suppress seeing the box rested beside them. She felt like a stalker while going through his things. She pulled out that box carefully before opening it and taking out the thing. Bella frowned and inspected the thing. She turned the box to see the instructions on how to use it. Seeing the images on the backside of the white and pink colored box, Her eyes popped out seeing the black object under the instructions. ..…Curved shaft and flexible ears for simultaneous clitoral, dual-point and G-spot pleasure…… Bella screamed in horror and threw the box with the VIBRATOR away.

I bucked in his arms, his hips moving behind me when he continued to fuck me while rubbing me and choking me with his hand. “Squeeze your tits for me, pinch them,” he growled, the pace of his thrusts increasing as my pleasure peaked higher and higher. I cupped my breasts, still looking at the mirror at how erotic we both looked together. I looked like Zara. Not at all like a Princess. Princesses don’t get fucked like sluts. They have sex wearing their tiara crowns. But with Hayden, his soft voice crooning dirty words while he fucked me made me feel like a slut and a Princess. Even if it was a role-play and it was just a kink.