Gender Bender Erotica นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she whispered. Wow. A goddess had appeared right in Bentley's bathtub, right on top of him. Was there some kind of hallucinogen amongst the 'special' ingredients? If it was going to keep sending him these visions then Bentley didn't care. Long blonde hair covered in creamy clots of lather cascaded down her back. She brushed the foam away from her chest to reveal two perfectly round pink breasts. Her dusky nipples stood erect. "What are you?" Bentley asked in awe. "I'm for you," the girl replied. "I've been summoned to relax and pleasure you."

Nero chuckled, “oh please… use me as you want. I am yours… body and soul…” Riri moved very shrewdly, put hers in and did the fusion… when Riri is on top… the sensations they felt are multiplied… even in just a few moves, they both got their release again. "There's only one thing left that I want to know… before we go back to being ourselves and go on a mission to keep that feeling…” Nero now turned Riri over again… making the naked woman lay under him. He spread Riri's legs .. until he saw what made him very curious.

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.

Their gazes are nearly physical with the weight of them, pinning me down and making me feel caught in the best way. I finally give in and slide the dildo all the way inside, groaning and arching as it bottoms out. This one is veiny, with realistic ridges in it, and I can feel each and every one as my pussy grips it tight. I have to breathe through it for a while, trying not to come apart just from this. I’m only halfway down, after all. “Fuck, you look good like that,” Benedict rasps. “Stuffed full. It’d be better if it was one of us, but I like this look for you.”

When he got close to the perverted couple, Sandro cleared his throat hard, causing Bane to turn his head towards him. There was a look of surprise when Bane realized Sandro's presence there. Then Bane turned to where Reina is standing… her face looked really shocked. The woman beneath him complained and asked Bane to move again. “Don't mind them… they must be looser who can't get laid .. they will definitely want to watch our hot sex. Just be nice… and continue… we occasionally make them orgasm just by watching us, yes...Babe?” The woman said she moved her breasts sensually… seducing Bane to get back to her. Reina didn't recognize who that girl is… it seemed she isn't a member of this pack…

I had left so conspicuously on the side table. I had spent an hour choosing that specific dildo. Polished ebony, heavy, its curves designed to mimic a man's anatomy with unapologetic precision. I knew she couldn't resist it. She was too curious, too repressed, too much of a coiled spring waiting for a reason to snap. "Come on, Moh," I whispered to the empty room, my voice a low rasp. "Show me what you are."

He was only just recovering and if Hermosa couldn't relax, his penis could easily be clip out. Her flat stomach was taut, her slim, sleek waist tilted back with the black triangle cup underwear hang over it. The streetlights and moonlight from the car window fell in and illuminated the corners of her wet eyes and breasts, the tip of her flushed tongue against the white line of her teeth. Beautiful as a painting, erotic as a dream. At the moment Brent is a pornographer, and it is up to him to create the more lascivious paintings. At some point, even more extreme thoughts came to Brent's mind. Anyway, he had done so by the time he realised it, sliding his hand down Hermosa's sunken waist and

But not like this, not kneeling down in front of them, half naked and still dazed from the orgasms they had given her. She gripped the boxers and pulled them down, releasing the most beautiful and tantalising cock she had seen. It was thick and had a vein running along its underside. A rod piercing decorated the head, a silver bead on top and one below it. It flexed upwards as it was freed and stood proud against Bane’s flat stomach. “I need your hands on me, angel,” Bane told her, stoking a hand over her cheek. Emma placed one of her hands against his thigh to steady herself as the other hand gripped the cock in front of her. It was warm and soft, but hard as iron. She moved her hand up and

It was a wild mess of muscle and skin. Ava was being fucked from every side. She was never empty. There was always a giant cock inside her, stretching her and filling her. She felt the different shapes—the width of Bane, the length of Mako, the heat of Tane. The erotica was loud. The men were shouting and groaning. The sound of their bodies hitting was like a drum. Slap. Slap. Slap. Ava was lost in the pleasure. Her brain was gone. She was only a body, a Goddess being used to save the world.

Fingers trembling slightly, she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside lay a pair of sleek black panties, the fabric smooth and lacy at the edges, but what made her cheeks heat was the small, discreet vibrator embedded right at the crotch, its shape molded perfectly to press against her most sensitive spots. The device was matte black, seamless, designed to hum against her clit and slip just inside her entrance if positioned right. Aurelia's breath caught, her body responding traitorously, a rush of warmth pooling between her thighs despite the cool breeze drifting through the cracked window. She could picture Ronan's smirk, his commanding voice in her mind, urging her to obey. The tho