Hairy Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sounds of wet flesh clapping filled the bath , luckily they didn’t even care, they were here so late no one was around Hinata had cum Atleast twice and her womb was filled with sasuke 3rd orgasm , he pulled out and made a finger motion to Sakura to come Hina crawled over to Naruto, placing her mouth over his dripping manhood, substances a mix of Naruto orgasms and Sakura, and it tasted amazing, she bobbed her head up and down his slick long cock, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and held it in place before ,fucking her face ruthlessly, he expected her to tap out but she didn’t.

I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

Hair messy from my hand. “Holy shit… fuck,” I breathed. “You’re gonna kill me.” She pulled off just enough to speak, her voice hoarse and wrecked. “Good.” Then she dove back down. Sucked harder. Bobbed faster. Her hand twisted at the base in time with her mouth. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the cab — her moans, my groans, and the slick glide of her lips. I was close. Too close. My thighs tensed. My grip tightened in her hair.

He lifted one of her legs high, hooking it over his hip, and thrust back inside her in one savage stroke. Harper’s head fell back against the wall with a muffled cry. The angle was brutal—his thick cock spearing straight up into her cervix, stretching her already abused walls to their limit. The wet, obscene squelch of her cum-filled pussy echoed in the quiet room as he started fucking her with short, punishing strokes.

Hey, my name's Mia. I'm 18, with long brown hair, a curvy body that I actually like, and this boyfriend Jake who's just... everything. He's 24, tall with messy black hair, tattoos on his arms, and a smile that makes my knees weak every time. We've been together for six months, and the sex? Oh god, it's fire. But nothing prepared me for what happened that night.

They were beautiful in a rugged, outdoorsy way—fit, with the kind of bodies that spoke of hiking and climbing, not gym selfies. The scene was a tangle of limbs and pleasure. One of the younger women, a blonde with wild, curly hair, was on her hands and knees. A man with a thick, muscular build and a cock that looked average in length but impressively girthy was kneeling behind her, his hands gripping her wide, swaying hips. He was fucking her, his balls slapping against her pussy with each deep, driving thrust. “Oh fuck, yes, that feels so good,” the blonde moaned, her head hanging low, her back arched. “You're so fucking good.”

“You’re such a good boy, Greg. Does this turn you on? Touching your mom’s best friend like this?” I nod, breathing fast. “Yes, a lot.” She smiles wickedly and glances down at the obvious tent in my shorts. “I can see that, look how hard you are for me.” She reaches out and cups my bulge, stroking me slowly through the fabric, I gasp loudly. “Take your shorts off,” she orders softly. “I want to see that young cock.” My hands move almost on their own, I push my shorts and boxers down, my hard cock springs free, leaking at the tip. Mrs. Harper wraps her soft, warm hand around me and strokes slowly, teasing the head with her thumb.

“We can see which holes she likes best to be fucked in.” Hannah was a tiny, petite and utterly gorgeous girl. Nobody was entirely sure of her heritage but she looked perhaps half-Portuguese. And the image of her naked on a bed, her small breasts on show, Helen between her legs, pushing a thick strap-on into the girl, stretching her out... I was getting hard again, and quickly. “We need condoms,” I said. “If we keep talking like this I’m liable to fuck you again.” A smirk from Helen’s beautiful lips. “What about Carol, then,” she said. “You like the look of her. What about her, bent over a desk, skirt up, begging for cock?”