Novel & Cerita Hardcore

He is worse than despicable. "I don't even know why I keep wasting my time having sex with a barren woman!" Thundered the visibly angered jack. "I thought peasants were able to have children as many times as they had sex. Like rats living rent free and feeding off leftovers just like your family. I don't understand how you are different!" He bawled. "I should never have married you! You are just a waste of my resources!"

The sound of skin-slapping skin filled the hallway. It was embarrassing, but these two didn't give a flying fuck about anyone's opinion. The lady was a busty one and her boobs danced around in rhythm to his thrusts. He finally caught her boobs and held onto them as he fucked her harder. He slapped at her ass at intervals, and she would always yelp in reply. Her cries seemed to me like that f pains, except she was a lover of hardcore. And she was, 'cause as if on cue, she began mumbling, “ Yes…yes.. Godd…ess..yes. Fuck…me…harder…harder…ouch…yes…yes…deeper..make me cum…“

pumps, for lack of a better term. “Aunt Teya and I coordinated,” Kaileeh informed me. I looked between the both of them. “Open the other bag,” Kaileeh urged. Opening the other bag, I wanted to disappear. Inside was a pair of handcuffs, a whip, and eatable body paint. I dropped all of it back into the bag and groaned, mortified. I knew this shouldn’t be such a big deal considering I’d already had sex with Jarren. What made it so bad was the thought of other people knowing we had sex, or well, would have sex.

He rolled on the condom and positioned himself the same way he was previously. He placed the tip inside me, but I could tell I was tight which meant I probably wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. He grabbed my hip with his left and my shoulder with his right. He slowly thrusted into me, making me moan slightly. "Fuck Sofia, you're nails" he grumbled as his muscular body leaned over mine. I hadn't realised I was digging my nails into his back, I tried to stop but it was hard. He started to thrust deeper and harder. I moaned repeatedly into his ear. "You're driving me crazy Sof" he grunted as he slowly thrusted in and out of me, changing his pace.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

“Oh… Hardcore… we’re strangers…” Hardcore chuckled at her words, leaning closer and rubbing his hardness against her back. “Strangers don’t get this close, pretty head. Strangers don’t crave each other’s pussy and cock. Strangers don’t moan each other’s names. Strangers don’t get fucking erect from hearing another stranger moan his name.” Amelia could not lie to herself in any way. The hard feel of his erect member made her insides churn, and her pussy stupidly began to itch…

Hαrder. "Fucking hell‚ you feel better thαn I remembered," he groαned, his hips snαpping. My pussy clenched αround him, greedy for every inch. I couldn’t stop moαning. Couldn’t stop begging. "Killiαn—hαrder—pleαse—don’t stop, don’t ever stop—" He grαbbed my breαsts, squeezing them, licking αnd sucking αt my nipples while his cock pounded into me over αnd over αgαin.

“There is only one you, and you belong to me.” He withdrew till only the tip of his dick was in me before he slammed in again in a hard thrust. The headboard started to hit the wall while my pillows were soaked in sweat and tears. He was doing the exact thing I told him to do. This was no longer sex, it’s pure hardcore fucking.

Where a male mind seeks out negative or taboo experiences for the sake of exhilarating, yet safe, arousal. “So … does that trick actually work?” I ask curiously. Both of them exchange a look. Then they grin. The kind of grin that screams immature male stupidity. “That’s hardcore,” Alejandro says, shaking his head. “Never had to use it. I can still control my dick.” Jackson snorts but doesn’t add anything. Which is suspiciously weird. Jackson not making a sarcastic comment about dicks? Maybe it’s another secret skill they teach at BEAST Academy. Right next to ‘How To Look Stoic While Internally Panicking’ and ‘Advanced Techniques for Working on Women’s Nerves’.

He liked to feel her so close, even if she still insisted in playing tough. Had she been any other woman playing hard to get, he would’ve already taken her five times over. Ever since Carla had left him, and especially after dating Kate, sex had become a hobby of sorts for him. Or more like a sport, one that always pushed him to claim the hardest game around. He liked to get the hottest chicks, one or several at a time depending on his mood, to forget their names and even their faces the moment he sent them on their way.