Histoire Erotiques Novels & Stories

The most erotic sight I'd ever seen. I held her close, rocking my hips slowly while she came down from her high. I could feel her pussy pulsing around me like a little heart ㅡ so fucking cute. I kissed her neck softly while I thrusted deeply into her again. "Such a good girl..." I whispered against her skin.

My thighs are spread apart like I'm a frog, and he, he's on me, he's merciless. I cling to the pillow to better endure his thrusts. Lord, who led me here? I'm truly exhausted. But it feels so good too, that I can't help but moan at his thrusts. "Humm.... please.... harder.... haaa.... I don't even know your name..... Oh Lord...... What's your name?" "Call me whatever you want, my name is Hervé." He doesn't stop filling me with his cock with every word he utters.

Victor pounding deep and hard, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass. Jade grinding down on Lila’s mouth, fingers pinching her own nipples, moaning loud and shameless. The mirrors reflected everything—Lila bound and writhing, Victor’s muscles flexing with every thrust, Jade riding her face with abandon. Lila came first—muffled screams against Jade’s pussy, body arching off the bed as she clenched around Victor’s cock. Jade followed seconds later, flooding Lila’s mouth with her release, thighs trembling. Victor pulled out, flipped Lila onto her stomach, and entered her again from behind—deeper this angle, brutal. One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversen

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

Once she felt her body quivering from the weirdly intoxicating pleasure, something from the inside came out, and she saw the man lick his bottom lip. "Amor," the man called out in a husky voice before he unzipped his pants. She, on the other hand, stretched her arms into the thin air, inviting him to devour her completely. In one instance, the man kissed her lips, his tongue intertwining with hers while his rod stuck inside hers. The two of them were colliding with one another, the smell of erotica engulfing the four corners of the room, followed by the sound of their flesh kissing from below.

And I let him deceive me. Dennis held my face as he deepened the kiss, as he pushed himself into me, hungry and strong. I gasped with the feeling of that thick member inside me, undulating my body below it, without any control of that lasciviousness. We stopped being human at that moment. I remembered the various documentaries about animals in heat, which literally didn't care about sounds, gestures or predators around. I remembered how all the animals, even the cutest, became wild inside another, as my nails clung to Dennis' back. As we sought the greatest possible contact we could get in that sex, giving ourselves to that delicious pleasure of unexpected sex.

He was more like a jackal who had been hungry for a long time, more like an instinctive act of respect for his own physical needs. Hermosa arched her back slightly, her legs trembling uncontrollably, yet wanting him to poke his fingers deeper. The sunset outside the window cast a warm, flushed glow on their warm, flushed bodies, adding to the rhythm of a European painting. They were holding each other in what was obviously such an erotic image, but at the moment it seemed particularly romantic. "Help me unzip my trousers." Hermosa reached for his crotch, not even the material of the stiff suit trousers could stop the hard, hot touch of that rod of flesh.

Esther was amazed to feel her throat shrinking as it left her, like elastic snapping back but in slow motion, she gasped a few times, yelped “Fuck as Curt found her clit again, and swallowed tentatively a few times. The door to the room was rattling. It had been locked when they came in and clearly whoever was trying to open it now had a large bunch of very similar keys as he was making very little progress and plenty of noise. She heard Theo’s voice swearing, muffled by the door. Something about his physical presence while she was like this thrilled her. She reached down and grabbed Curt’s hair guiding him to the right spot and thrusting her hips, grinding her clit into his tongue. ‘Fingers

The scent of her arousal was thick and sweet. “Lick it,” she ordered. I didn’t hesitate. My tongue touched her pussy, tasting the wet heat of her. Elena’s moan was soft and satisfied. Her fingers tightened in my hair as she rocked her hips against my mouth. “Ahh… yes. Good boy,” she moaned. “Just like that.”