Hindi Erotica Novels & Stories

Fucking hell. I start moving slow at first, and then soon, I pick up the pace as I bounce hard, ass slapping against her thighs, lost in the wet heat and her constant stream of praise and filth. “Fuck, look at that greedy pussy swallowing me. So shy in the world, but such a desperate little cum-slut for your succubus.” Lira’s voice is low, wanton in a way that makes me want to cum right there and then. My nipples feel tight, hard, and when she rubs her tail against it, I feel like my heart is going to force its way out through my throat.

I needed him to touch me, to fill me, to take me. His hand slipped under my skirt, and I gasped, my legs opening wider for him. He moved his fingers through my folds, finding my wetness, and I moaned his name. "Fuck Anita," he growled, his voice rough and demanding. "You're shivering. You're soaked."

My heavy breasts hung beneath me, my nipples brushing teasingly against the sheets. Hilton gripped my hips firmly and slammed back inside with one powerful thrust. The new angle made me cry out sharply, his cock reaching even deeper than before. He started fucking me harder, the loud slap of skin against skin echoing through the bedroom as each brutal stroke drove the air from my lungs.

“Fill my tight little virgin pussy with that thick cock of yours. Make me yours.” My fingers slide between my thighs. My breath catches. My heart pounds. My panties are almost dripping. I stand up, letting them fall down my legs, stepping out of them with slow, deliberate grace. My wetness clings to my inner thighs. I drag my skirt up to my waist and sit back on his desk, legs parted, giving in to the fantasy. One finger grazes my clit and my hips buck. It feels electric. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care.

Then came the scorching heat of her bare, soaked pussy grinding against my ass. “Feel that?” she whispered hot against my neck. One hand reached around to rub my clit in tight circles. “I’m still full of his cum. And now I’m going to rub my messy cunt all over you.” She rocked against me. Her slick folds slid along my skin, leaving a wet trail. The dirty truth made my head spin. Her other hand gripped my hip hard. Her breasts pressed into my back through the thin crop top, nipples stiff like pebbles.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro