Heather Brooke Nsfw Novels & Stories

"Oh god." "Can I do it now, baby? Please let me." "O...okay." Heather stammered. She shot a look towards me, but I obviously was okay with it. She closed her eyes as her sister slid her panties down her smooth, strong legs. Honey shifted Heather around still her little sister was laying at an angle on the sofa. She rubbed Heather's pussy with her thumb, and I could see from where I was that she was already dripping wet. Honey pushed a finger deep inside her sister, who arched her back like a cat and cried out.

“Get on your back and spread your legs like a good slut. We are all taking turns.” I stare at the thick strap-on, heart hammering with fear and exhausted desire. My voice comes out small. “Please… I do not know if I can take anymore…” Brooke smiles and presses record again. “You will. And you are going to thank us for every single inch.” Madison positions herself between my trembling thighs and lines the head up with my sore, dripping entrance. She starts to push inside.

Just because I learned to curb my sadist side with women, doesn’t always mean I’m perfect. “I said beg, Pet, or I’m going to wreck your throat, before you can tell him not to destroy your ass.” It’s not a threat in that sense. There are very few things Heather enjoys more than anal, and she’s earned it. I’m not even half down, and his navy-blue gaze is focused on her hips grinding the stuffie disguised bench. Her eyes are tearing, and I pull her off my cock with a pop, by the hair. “You don’t cum without permission,” I hum, and he lifts her last second, seeing it the same way I do and denying the orgasm.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Heaven. Her pussy is heaven on earth, and I never wanna leave. Brooke undulates her hips as I move her up and down over my length, the sexiest little moans and cries falling from her lips. Fuck. She feels incredible. I can’t do much from this position though, and I want to rail hard, rough, make her scream.

A/N: Mature content, 18+ sex scenes ahead! *** Without further ado, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed forward with a force that made Heather gasp in both pain and ecstasy. Their bodies met with a primal connection that sent shockwaves of pleasure through them both. Heather's body trembled as Atlas thrust into her, his cock filling her tightness. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent waves of sensation coursing through her, making her moan in a way she never had before. Her nails dug into his back, leaving red marks that would be reminders of their encounter.

Oh Goddess help me. Heather POV I’m not sure what has come over me, but I don’t want them to hide the evidence of how I affect them. After taking the pillows away and sitting back down, I was looking back and forth between the huge bulges on either side of me as memories from the time in the closet started to come to me. The way it felt to slide my hands up and down those fantastically solid, perfectly shaped examples of male appendages. I didn’t appreciate them as much then, as I do now. I try to contain myself but the thoughts going through my mind are not helping. The feel of their oh so hard muscular thighs under my hands is exquisite. I don’t know whose heart is racing faster or whose b

Heather growled and arched her back as much as she could, pushing her tits up into our faces. After a few moments of getting her fat nipples chewed on, Heather lowered her back, but Vickie and I held our positions, and Heather stretched her own tits out as we held her nubs between our teeth. When the leathery little knobs finally slipped free of our bites, Heather moaned, "Oh, fuck! You two are such frigging teases! My cunt is on fucking fire! I can feel my pussy-juice running into my ass crack!"

“You’re soaking my face, boss… such a greedy cunt tonight…” Heat flooded between my legs so fast my thighs trembled. I turned the handle slowly and stepped inside. The sight hit me like a wave. Victoria Steele was bent over her huge mahogany desk, designer skirt shoved up around her waist, panties kicked aside. Her long raven hair spilled across the blotter. Elena Voss knelt behind her, face buried between those perfect ass cheeks, tongue thrusting deep while a thick black strap-on harness hugged her wide hips. The realistic eight-inch cock bobbed between Elena’s thighs, already slick. On the desk lay an open bottle of thick, clear lubricant, a buzzing bullet vibrator pressed hard to Victori

he smiled placing his hands on her hips. "I do say," She grinned. "And I would like it very much if you would come and dance with me. I promise to keep myself in control so big brother doesn't think anything," she teased, sliding her hand up around his neck. ⚠️(WARNING) ⚠️ This contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes, so reading is under own responsibility

His voice was thick with lust making me adjust on my heels. “Alright. Let's have a chat. Leave the clothes on the floor.” He said pointing towards a chair in front of him. “Do you have a certain kink you gravitate to?” He asked when I sat down. “I enjoy many different things… like threesome, bisexual, anal, taboo.” “Taboo?” He cleared his throat. “What do you consider as taboo?” “I don't know… cheating housewives, step siblings, age gaps.” He smiled adorably as if the thought of indulging in this is cute. Then his smile dropped. And he's back to business. “Show me how you masturbate.”