Hentai Short Novels & Stories

The short break ended too quickly. The air in the room felt thicker, heavier with the scent of arousal and the soft sounds of heavy breathing. The other participants had returned to their seats, faces flushed, bodies still visibly aroused. Lila remained in the center, her short skirt pushed up around her waist, thighs slick with her own juices from the powerful squirting orgasm Master Kane had forced from her. Master Kane stood beside a large floor-to-ceiling mirror that covered one entire wall. The red lighting reflected off the glass, making the space feel even more intimate and exposing.

Many viewers watch them. He was groping her, his adolescent hormones raging while touching her indecently. She chuckles and pulls out a condom from her pocket, suggesting wordlessly as he smirks and says, "Might be a little too tight for me." "What would be?" "Both, you and this." The woman's name was Georgina, he gets to know her first name after two minutes of drilling into her. He held her legs high up in the air while releasing all his horniness into her body, making use of her womanhood actively.

I was only wearing a large t-shirt and boy shorts, so they had immediate access to my body. Luan’s hand slipped into my shorts, and my legs instinctively spread as he began to finger my center. He inserted his finger into my slit and circled it around my hardening clitoris. My nipples were getting hard too, and I was ready to be fucked again. Before I could reach climax, Luan stopped and pulled down my shorts. I looked back at him, and he was already kneeling there. He completely removed my shorts, and I cried out when I felt his tongue probing my pussy.

We are only halfway through the night with two hours left until closing and Hikaru and I are at least 4 hours away from this stuff wearing off. Hikaru hikes her skirt up and pulls her blouse off, leaving her corset and the shibari harness with her exposed breasts visible to everyone who looks up this way as they lean her over the console and take her from behind. They multitask, controlling the music as they fuck her and fondle her breasts. My cock twitches and is painfully hard as their fluids coat the floor under the soundboard. I swear it glitters. Aiden grabs my shoulder pulling me into the hall and dropping to his knees. He sucks my cock and fingers my ass.

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

she panted, her voice husky and needy. "You looking at me makes me soaking wet and horny." Aric's fists were curled where he held his own arms, a low, vibrating growl working its way through his chest. "I see, little mate. I see every fucking shiver." Sorin's fingers drifted lower, she placed her fingers under the waistband of the teensy tiny coordinating underpants and shoved them off down her legs, kicking them away. A breeze touched the wetness of her skin. Then she spread her legs far apart for him, bending her knees and planting her feet on the bed sheets. She was open and exposed.

"Tell me... how long can you endure before you cum?" "I don't understand," I panted, my breath hitching as his nose grazed my earlobe. Preston didn't answer with words. He reached into his pocket. Click. "Fuck!" I gasped, the sound muffled against his shoulder. My panties roared to life. The tiny bullet vibrator against my clit was suddenly humming at a frantic, high-frequency buzz. It was a localized earthquake centered right on my most sensitive nerve ending. "Shh," he urged, moving his hips in a slow, grinding circle that forced the device deeper against me. "Don't scream yet. We have an audience."

I reached down to wash my pussy, my fingers lightly brushing over my clit, which was already hard and sensitive. Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door creak open. I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. Through the frosted glass and the thick steam, I saw a tall, dark shadow moving. I knew that silhouette anywhere. It was Leo. He didn't say a word. He just opened the shower door and stepped inside, fully naked. His skin was already bronzed from the sun, and his dick was standing straight out, thick and hungry, easily reaching that nine-inch mark I was now addicted to.

session in the private studio. She wore a cropped sports bra and the shortest shorts she owned. No panties. Her body was already humming with anticipation. Damien arrived, his powerful frame filling the doorway, grey eyes burning with hunger the moment he saw her. They started on the yoga mats for mobility work. Within minutes, the “stretching” turned filthy. Damien pulled her down onto the mat, kissing her hard while his hands roamed under her cropped bra, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. He pushed her shorts aside and slid two thick fingers inside her, pumping deep and fast while his mouth sucked on her neck.