Historias Eroticas En Audio Novels & Stories

He has millions of subscribers who tune in with each audio to hear him narrate a sexy story, accompanied by his groans and moans. I hit play on a threesome audio he has recently released and lie down, my eyes closed as I let his voice wash over me. Since it is only his voice, I usually have to picture a face to accompany him, and today, as I move my fingers to my coochie, starting to rub my clit with soft circles, I imagine Nikolay. His face, his hands, his body. I could map that man if given a chance, lap him up like he was my tool for getting off.

Her body tensed, her muscles clenching as another orgasm rippled through her. "Oh god, oh fuck," she cried out, her voice echoing in the confined space of the van. Her body shuddered, her inner walls clenching, her hips bucking wildly. The tall one broke the kiss, her eyes glazed with lust as she watched her friend come undone. The tall one's touch on my cock became more urgent, her grip tighter. She leaned in, her teeth nipping at my earlobe. "I want you to fuck me like that," she whispered, her voice a low, husky growl.

Climbing onto the bed, I kicked the duvet aside and spread my legs wide, then grabbed my earphones and hit play on my favorite audiobook. “Hello… Daddy.” I activated the audio play. The low, velvet voice filled my ears instantly. “Mmm, Laila… you came back, baby. My naughty little slut. Close your eyes for me and spread those pretty legs wide and let your fingers slide down between your thighs. I want you to feel how wet you already are just from hearing my voice.” I obeyed without hesitation, kicking the sheets aside and parting my legs shamelessly on the bed. My fingers tremble slightly with excitement as they trail down my stomach and settle between my cherry folds.

I whispered again. Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear. “Are you alright Tania?” She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes. “That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?” “Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied. Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

When she hiked up her dress and sank into my chair, my chair, where I spent my mornings calculating fortunes, I felt a violent jolt of electricity shoot straight to my groin. I watched her take it. I watched the way her head fell back against the headrest, her throat arched in a silent scream of pleasure. She looked like a saint in the throes of a dark ecstasy. My eyes were glued to the screen, watching the rhythmic glide of the ebony wood disappearing into her, stretching her, claiming her in my name. And then I heard it. Even through the low-quality audio of the hidden mic, I heard it. "Julian..." The sound of my name on her lips, gasped out in a moment of pure, unadulterated filth, was my

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

I did not need to be added in a conversation when my mum was having sex with her…boyfriend. Yet, as I lay there, listening to the erotic sounds that sinfully resounded in the house, I couldn't help but feel my pussy flutter around nothing. It had been a whole year since I had last had sex. School had a way of draining people and I wasn't one for hook-ups. Which is why I lay in bed now, terrified…because I couldn't believe what was happeningㅡ I was getting turned on by my mother's boyfriend fucking her in her room. Without thinking, my hand snaked under the sheets, pulling under my trousers before my finger slowly touched my clit.

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Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.