Hindi Erotica Novels & Stories

(MATURE CONTENT 18+) Startled, Adrija rapidly sits up and gets off the table, her body still quivering from her orgasm as her legs feel like they could give out any moment but the way Shiv was looking at her it just made her ten times hornier. Shiv couldn't believe the sight in front of him. He couldn't keep out of his mind Adrija's bare ass and her p*ssy f*cking the table. His d*ck twitched inside his trousers wanting to be released and f*ck her right on top of that table, the erotic image turning him on beyond belief.

He stopped in front of me and cupped my chin. “Get on your back on the rug as you spread your legs.” I sank onto the thick rug in front of the fire. The wool was warm against my spine. I spread my thighs wide, exposing everything to him and to the camera. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Look at that pink pretty pussy.” “Do you like it?” I asked, face flushed. “How about I show you if I like it or not.” I swallowed. Hale moved between my legs and ran his hands up my inner thighs, thumbs brushing close to my pussy but never quite touching. He reached for the small bottle of lubricant and poured it on my pussy.

Watching her ride me, chasing after her own pleasure was more fun for now. "Hmmm, your dick is so good." She bent to whisper into my ear as she licked my earlobe, while bouncing on my cock. She moved her hands away from my neck, throwing her head backwards as her nails caressed her nipples while riding me hard. I bit my lower lip, trying to stop myself from groaning as pleasure flooded my brain. Diana was a pro at taking my cock in that lustful, dirty pussy of hers. Her moans were like sensational music to my ears, her touch like a spark of fire, igniting the volcano inside of me.

“Always.” Erotica 2.

His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve and line. He leaned down, his breath hot on my inner thigh. I gasped softly, anticipating his touch. His fingers traced the lace of my thong, sending shivers down my spine. He hooked a finger under the fabric and slowly pulled it aside, exposing my most intimate place. My pussy. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I gasped, my back arching off the desk. He sucked and licked, his movements slow and deliberate, driving me wild with desire. I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me.

“Show them how good you fuck.” She started moving. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Till she increased speed and her tits bounced right in front of his face. Jax sucked on one nipple while slapping her ass hard enough to turn it bright red. The crowd loved it. They shouted crude encouragement while she rode him faster. And faster Sweat ran down her back. Her pussy made wet disgusting noises every time she took him deep. Jax gripped her ass and thrust up to meet her, making it rougher.

“I’m taking you home Juliette after this.” “Kiss me,” she said. He did and cupped one of her breasts, making her long for more. He stepped back, but her cleavage heaved through the low front of her wrap-around blouse. She had round full breasts, larger than he had realized when he first saw her. They fit his palm perfectly. She was still holding her skirt. They were supposed to walk inside, but he pulled her shirt apart and groaned at the delicate lace that just barely covered her heaving chest. Impulsively, she reached a finger down and touched herself. She had been wet all day. He moaned watching her. She used another finger to circle around her clit the way she had when she was lying on t

The screens showed live feeds of other rooms, and other people. A couple in one room was fucking on a table, the woman bent over while two men took turns. In another, a woman was tied spread-eagle, a man teasing her with a vibrator while she begged. Clara’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs. She was instantly wet. Julian sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. His hand slid under her skirt, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside. “Watch them,” he said against her ear.

she whispered to the empty room, hips rolling up to meet her touch. The front door clicked open sooner than expected. Ethan was home early from work, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up to expose those strong forearms she loved. He stepped into the living room, freezing at the sight: Lila, completely nude, body arched in ecstasy, fingers buried deep in her pussy, glistening with arousal. Her full breasts heaved with each breath, nipples hard peaks, her thighs slick and parted invitingly. “Christ, Lila,” he muttered, voice a gravelly rumble that sent shivers down her spine. His eyes darkened, locked on the obscene display—her hand moving rhythmically, the wet sounds echoing. “What the hell are yo

I did as he ordered without hesitation. “Done that.” “Good girl. Now spread your legs open.” He ordered. I shifted my dress and parted my legs sideways. “Okay?” “Now close your eyes and imagine me close to you, sucking your nipples and rubbing my hands on that pretty clitoris…” he started. I placed my phone on the bed, close to my ears, and fondled my breasts.” “Imagine inserting my hands into your pussy and exploring it to feel the walls around it, slowly increasing my pace with time.”