Hedonistic Novelas e Histórias

Santa smirked, “I don't think that'd be enough for you. Tell me everything you want and I’ll have it fulfilled.” My heart pounded from excitement as I moved closer to the handsome Santa, falling on my knees before looking up at him while wetting my red lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth in the process. “I want you to touch me. Caress my whole being, make my sexual fantasy come true. Kiss me, tie me, spank me, tell me the flirtiest words, and fuck me through the holidays until I smell of my “Lusty Holidays”. I moaned and he laughed.

Every second sends loads of pleasure to my brain. I beg loudly, “Pleeeeeease don’t stop.” Then he begins to stroke it and suck slowly, sporadically increasing his pace with every stroke. “Daaaaaaamn,” I cry out. But he doesn’t stop. With a loud moan, I release loads of cum into his mouth. He holds my full length for a long time inside his mouth, letting me enjoy the warmth and the pleasure, and when I am done releasing, he licks everything clean.

They looked beautiful together. I clearly remember the day when Oscar found his mate, Monica. We are on vacation at the beach. That's our private property, but after some time, we decided to renovate it into a resort. That day, we were having fun together. I went to the bar to get some drinks. That's when I met Monica. She has a beautiful body. Being werewolf enhances her charms. We chatted for a while, and she reduced the distance between us. We were almost going to kiss each other when suddenly her head snapped to the door side. Oscar was standing there, enraged. They recognised each other as mates. He was hostile toward me. Monica pleaded with me not to disclose our previous chat about sp

"Why go through all this trouble for a marriage of convenience?" Victor’s gaze gets intense, his blue eyes glowing with a mixture of hunger and determination. "I want control," he admitted. "And I want you. There’s something about you, Olivia, something that’s different from the rest. You’re not like the women I’m used to, and that attracts me. I don’t just want a wife. I want you to belong to me." The possessiveness in his voice sent a jolt in her chest, but there was an allure that she couldn’t deny. She hated that part of herself was tempted by his offer.

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

Blaze, too, had succumbed to her charms, and she had ridden his cock with the same abandon that she had shown with Dexter, her sensual movements and erotic moans driving them to the brink of rapture. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she had the power to make these men lose control. It was clear that Dexter had an insatiable appetite for carnal pleasure, much like Blaze, and Astrid was a willing participant in their hedonistic pursuits. She had become a veritable sex goddess, a sex freak under their tutelage. Deep inside, she hoped they would be willing to share her, for the mere thought of relinquishing any one of them was simply unbearable. Perhaps her de

“ You’re so responsive , Sugar. Fuck, your body feels like it was meant for my pleasure” Is it possible to be turned on by words because right now I’m more turned on than I was. He pushes my panties to the side and licks a straight line down my clit. Shit. Shit. Shit. He dives in then, licking, sucking and feasting on me like a crazed man. I swear I see stars floating in my vision. My hips lift on their own accord , seeking more than he is giving .I feel myself ascending the precipice of pleasure, higher and higher , then I’m crashing back down in a fit of shivering limbs, heaving chest and short gasps. I do not recognize the sounds coming from the back of my throat. It feels like I lose my

"There's something very sexy about your naivety." "You always turn things into sex." Aislinn raised her eyebrows at Makeda. She was growing to like the woman quite a bit. "After you've lived as long as I you find that the only true pleasure in life is pleasure. If you do it right then it's better than any drug or food or thing you could own," she stepped up to Aislinn. "It combines control, risk, domination, submission. Can you think of a single thing right now better than what it feels like when you come?"

Unsure in his mind whether he should call the sight fantastical or breathtaking, he stood mesmerized as the beholder of the hedonistic sight, but one thing he was sure, the dreamlike scenario was more than enough to stir up his animalistic lust. Caressing the gals’ bodies to his heart’s content, he inserted his finger in their wet honeypots, enjoying the subtle differences in their makeup and the variances in their reaction to his touch. A few moments achingly passed, he was now holding on to a chocolate-toned ass and pumping this chocolate beauty, of dark elvish origin, from behind like there was no tomorrow.

Frowning deeply I clenched my jaw tight, was he making fun of me right now, what was so funny about what I had said? “If not kill me then what!?” I said instantly annoyed with him. Looking up at me he sighed as another sheepishly looking smile spread across his face, “You’re virginity is the fascination Laya, I think if I mate you it might remove the fascination,” “Mate me... what does that mean?” Nodding he smirked as he looked at me expectantly. “Laya you're a hybrid, do you not understand how things work?” Swallowing hard I looked down. "Besides being a freak, a virus, something that shouldn’t exist. What else is there to undertand?”