Romans & histoires Hairy Pussy Sex Stories

she began, her voice low and seductive, "there's so much more to share. Like the time he brushed his dick all over my breasts." Rachna leaned in even closer, her heart racing with excitement. Rubi chuckled softly, her gaze intense, as she continued to recount their passionate encounters. "I pressed his dick in between my breasts, and we both enjoyed it immensely," she whispered, her voice filled with curiosity and arousal. "But that was just the beginning, my dear. There's a whole world of pleasure waiting to be explored."

Chapter 2: THE MYSTERIOUS DOCTOR’S HAIR IS VIBRATING AGAINST MY CLIT AND I’M CUMMING LIKE A DESPERATE SLUT FOR HER I lie back on the examination table, legs spread obscenely wide, heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my soaked pussy. What the fuck is happening to me? I’ve never been touched by a woman. Never even fantasized about it. I’m Isabella Harrington — spoiled, straight, always in control. Yet the second Dr. Cassandra Vale’s green eyes locked onto mine without those glasses, something inside me shattered. My clit is throbbing like a heartbeat. My nipples are so hard they ache. Fresh wetness is leaking out of me, dripping down my ass onto the paper sheet.

I had to bite my arm to stay quiet while he fucked raw. Then he sat back in his chair and pulled me onto his lap facing him. I rode him desperately, my arms wrapped around his neck, whispering filthy things in his ear. “You’re stretching your sister’s best friend’s pussy so good… Does it feel better than your hentai girls, Max?” “Yes… fuck yes…” he groaned, thrusting up into me. I came again, my pussy gushing around his cock as he kept pounding, chasing another load. We moved to the basement couch.

“Every fucking inch of me inside you, stretching you, owning you. This pussy was made for my cock.” She sobbed. Her legs locked tighter around my waist. Her heels dug into my ass, forcing me deeper. The pleasure coiled like a live wire in my gut. It was hot and tight, almost painful. Her juices soaked us both, dripping down my balls, slicking my thighs, and pooling on the sheets. The scent of her, which was sweet, musky, and sex-drenched, filled my lungs with every breath.

My body betrayed me completely, pushing back to meet his thrusts. He reached around and stroked me in time with his pounding. "Look at you, dripping everywhere. You love getting fucked by your boss, don't you?" "I…I do," I admitted, voice breaking. The couch creaked under us as he railed me faster, deeper, one hand fisting my hair to arch my back. "Say it louder." "I love it! Fuck me harder, sir…please!" He growled and gave me exactly what I begged for. Brutal, relentless strokes that had me seeing stars. Sweat slicked our skin. The smell of sex filled the air, musky, dirty, addictive.

His hips rolled in slow, deliberate movements, grinding into her soaked pussy, savoring every sensation of her tight walls squeezing around him. “Oh, sweetheart… how I love this pussy!” Dante groaned, his voice thick with lust. “Your pussy is home, princess… fuck!” His grip on her hips tightened as he picked up the pace, his cock driving deeper, hitting every sensitive spot inside her. The wet sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her trembling body.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

My pants are now around my ankles 186 SuDDEN SEX and my silk thermal leggings are halfway down my ass. A sunbeam is warming the edge of my thigh, but my nipples are as hard as rock hammers. He is kissing me gently while talking dirty about excitable, fainting, fucking beastly, horny goats and rubbing my clit. Steam is puffing from my mouth. I hear another car winding around the curve slowly, then stopping, tires crunching. A cold breeze flutters the leaves and ruffles the water. A second shotgun blast echoes through the trees and a couple of ducks take off from the shore of the river. His face is between my legs. I am arched against the base of an ancient moss-covered oak. There are oak gall

she panted, her voice breaking. "Not yet," I whispered. I wanted her to burn a little longer. I moved lower, my head disappearing between her thighs. The scent of her—sweet and musky—was intoxicating. I began licking her pussy with long, slow strokes, starting from the bottom and working my way up to the center. I heard her gasp and felt her legs tremble. I used my thumbs to spread her open, exposing her completely to the morning light. I teased her with my tongue, circling her until she was sobbing my name, her hips jumping off the bed as she tried to find more friction.

Henry’s fingers started to rub my wet pussy, I felt so dirty. I ripped off his remaining clothes and got on the bed and begged him to take my pussy from behind. As Henry kneeled down behind me at first, taking in the view of my delicate tight pussy eagerly waiting for him. I backed my hips backwards and let his sphere ride strait inside me and the pressure hit me hard. I had always fantasized about an older man’s cock inside my pussy, breaking my barrier walls. I had a very tight pussy but that didn’t stop Henry’s nine inches from stretching me wide.