Novel & Cerita Handjob Erotic Stories

The man stretched his arm out, asking for a refill of his wine and Jace responded without hesitation, hastening up with the urge to leave the penthouse before he got caught stealing glances at his client. Jace handed the glass of wine back to the client, but something happened before he could control it. The client’s hand brushed his, sending electric jolts through his skin. It was a slight touch, but it stretched to forever until the client’s lingering touch became a firm but gentle grip, wrapping his hand around both the glass and Jace’s hand. Jace’s eyes shot up to a pair of gunmetal eyes intently staring at him. Time slowed to a crawl as Jace found himself drowning in those stormy eyes.

It was intense. She slowly began to pull her fingers out, I squirmed. “No, please,” I begged. “Steph, I need you, don’t stop!” She gave me a wicked grin, pulling her fingers all the way out and bringing her hand to her lips. She licked her fingers slowly, it was a very sexy image. I was turned on beyond belief.

His hands roamed my body, igniting fires wherever they touched. I moaned into his mouth, my hands clutching at his hair, desperate to pull him closer even though our bodies were already flush against each other. His hands slid down to cup my ass, squeezing the firm globes as he lifted me onto the edge of the goalpost's crossbar. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hard length pressing into his stomach, as he supported my weight with one arm, his other hand reaching between us to stroke my throbbing cock through the thin material of my boxers.

My friend whispered, “I’ve wanted to share a big dick with you for months now.” She slipped off my robe and unfastened my bikini top, baring my breasts before tweaking my nipples. Then she and I took turns stroking Zane’s dick, while intermittently sharing kisses. “You two are unreal,” he muttered. “This is nothing. Just you wait,” she told him. Then Rhea planted herself next to me on the couch. We swapped Zane’s dick back and forth, giving him a thorough tongue bath. At one point, she gently tugged on his balls, while I gave him a slippery handjob.

Then one hand slid down between my legs. “You’re soaked again,” he groaned against my lips. Two fingers glided through my folds, teasing my entrance. “All this for me while your husband is at work?” I nodded, embarrassed and unbearably turned on. “Yes… please…” He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them slowly while his thumb circled my clit. I moaned loudly, hips rocking against his hand. He kissed down my neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin as he fingered me.

Only then did he finally show mercy. He dropped to his knees, sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard while three fingers slammed into her G-spot. His other hand reached up and pinched both oversensitive nipples at once. The wet sounds of his mouth and fingers were obscene against the festival noise. The Shibari creaked as her body seized against it. Lira exploded with a raw, shattered scream that echoed off the glass walls.

I panted and rolled my head back when he leaned down to kiss, lick and bite my breasts through the bra, his hard, calloused fingers pinching the hard buds as I rubbed my thighs together, his hot cock getting heavier and heavier in my palm. He cursed under his breath and pushed his face between my breasts and moaned my name when he trembled. His hips jerked as I felt his hot cum shoot all over my hand and jeans. My eyes lingered on the pearly white seed, licking my lips as I slowly stroked him, his body shivering with sensitivity. After couple more strokes, I pulled my hand from his semi hard dick to his arm, feeling the corded veins tense underneath my touch. That tense muscle made me pull b

We sigh together, and I move my lips to her neck to hide from her. As my palm press against her clit, fingers deep inside, she rides me and pumps me simultaneously. The sight of her is one I commit to memory. Her eyes flutter with joy, tongue reaching out to taste mine. I draw circles around her nipple with my thumb as she arches into my hand. Who said a handjob is for high schoolers? This is phenomenal. When her steady rhythm speeds up, someone knocks on her door. Our lips part, and we both flip our gazes to the door. She freezes, but only momentarily because the door stays closed – only the knocking continues.

When she stood up to go to the other guy, the first subject pulled a pained face and did his best not to touch the jutting erection in front of him. With a little practice in hand Esther now felt more confident and took the second condom with her. This cock was already half way there. He must have had a good view in the mirror of the first guy’s handjob, and clearly had enjoyed it. Esther gave him a few more strokes with her hand to finish the job.

breast, teasing the nipple until it hardened under his calloused palm. "I adore the way you throw your head back when you come." As he said this, the hand that was kneading her thighs slipped up to the thatch of hair between her legs. Damp from a moment ago, he parted the blond curls. He teased her mound until it opened for him, wetting his fingers as he explored the delicate folds. "I want you to come on my hand." He said huskily. She lay her head on his chest, her hands clutching the arms that kept her tightly against him. "Oh, Marcus..." She moaned, thrusting her hips toward him as a thick finger slid into her. "Yes..." "You're always so wet for me, my love." Another finger joined the fi