Gracieparker Sex Novels & Stories

Grace's face scrunched before she added, "Or father or uncle . . . shit, even grandpa." I snorted. "None that I know of, sorry, girls." We talked about their latest snatches. I discovered Doris liked men and women but that she was particularly choosy. She only got involved with people she could imagine a future with. Grace, on the other hand, was a free floating butterfly who rarely slept with the same dick twice. Her requirements for sexual partners were much sparser than her roommate's. In fact, she had only one. "No STIs," she said, shrugging. "As long as they're clean, I really don't care. I'll never shag them again, so who cares? Why not give any ole cock a try?"

I'd die otherwise, I swear I would. ‎"Julian," I cried out, desperately reaching for my panties and using one hand to push them down my thighs. "You're turning me on so bad. I need..." I trailed off, kicking my underwear onto the floor and opening my legs like a wanton whore so l could furiously rub at my clit. Much better. "God..." My eyes rolled back into my head. ‎"Holy hell, baby. Show me what you're doing," he demanded, his breathing heavy matching mine. "Get the camera real close. Let me see how wet you are for me.

Grace asked in daze after drinking her 5th shot. "What important?" Ruby asked. "Sex, orgasm?" Grace hiccuped. "Obviously..." Kathy said overdramatically. "It's a essence of happy life... We should give that gift to our body. It's a divine feeling. It makes you feel like___" "Like you are on clouds" Grace slurred and they both looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Like your body is full of sparks..." Kathy and Ruby looked at eachother with smirk knowing that their little friend had got a taste of that. Ruby slide another drink in front of her, Grace always speaks truth when she is drunk and they are going to take advantage of that.

The pregnant woman approached Kimberly while sitting on the couch beside the bushes. "Yes?" She asks. "I'm Annabelle Brissac; you can call me Anne for short." The woman introduced herself, handing her hand to shake. "I'm Kimberly." She shortly answers, strongly feeling that she may be Nathan's ex-girlfriend. "Kimberly Conner! Of course, I know you." Anne answered with a mocking tone. "Do I know you?" She asks, pretending. "Didn't your husband tell you anything about me?" "Nope, I'm sorry."

said Jimmy taking a deep breath. Grace hasn't checked her phone since morning. She do not know what news has been missed this time. The woman quickly opened her bag and took out her cell phone from there. She was quite surprised to see dozens of unread messages in his chat room snd her surprise continued when she saw several photos that became the topic of conversation in the group. Pictured last night with Carson. [So it's true that he provided sex services to get accepted into the club?] [Wow! Truly extraordinary!] [That's why women don't need to want things only men can do]

“Please Nate… I need your cock inside me. I’ll be good. I’m only twenty-one… I can’t wait anymore. Fuck me hard. Fill me up.” Fuck, her words got me. I pushed just the head inside her. She felt so damn good. Hot. Tight. I held still. Let the cameras see how her pussy gripped me. Chat started blowing up. I glanced over quickly. “Damn she tight.” “Make her beg more.” “Edge that whore.” I read one out loud like it was mine. “Yeah you heard that? Beg louder baby. They wanna hear how desperate my twenty-one year old slut is.” She didn’t question shit. Just moaned louder.

Max brought the woman onto his body, sitting her on his lap while he kissed her breasts again. I knew they were about to do it—really do it like two adults having sex, not like me and Jack, who still had to hold back because of the principles I held. And when it finally happened, I sped up the movements of my fingers, thrusting in and out of my pussy. “Ah…” Damn it. I quickly covered my mouth when I accidentally moaned in my hiding spot. My heart pounded violently when I realized how stupid I’d been. “Who’s there?”

Julian exhales, low and pained. “In private.” ** The living room is painfully bright. Grace stands near the fireplace; her mother lounges on the couch, still clutching a cappuccino like it’s armor. “I’m sleeping with Julian,” Grace says. There’s no preamble. No mercy. The words drop like iron into the silence. Her mother blinks once. Sets the cup down. “Excuse me?” “I said I’m sleeping with your husband.” “You—” Her mouth opens, closes. Her voice cracks. “Are you drunk?”

He waved his hands at him and with a smirk on her lips, she went over to him. Mrs. Grace Andrews could feel Jacobs' long, veiny and hard manhood getting, even more, bigger inside her mouth. She worshiped him like how she worshiped her husband after promising him that she will always be loyal to him. She had sex with hundreds of men in her entire life and she has no plans to stop—even marriage can't stop her. Jacob moaned as Grace Andrews eagerly licked the head of his beautiful cock, making it wet with the use of her mouth. She sucked the brains out of him, licking it as though it was a meal and she has not eaten for a hundred years.