Historias Eroticas En Audio Mga Nobela at Kwento

He flicked his tongue over it rapidly, then sucked it into his mouth. The suction made Sara’s hips buck. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning too loud. The office walls were thin, and anyone walking by in the hallway might hear. He pushed two fingers inside her while he continued sucking her clit. Her pussy was so wet that his fingers slid in easily. He curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot inside her. The combination of his mouth and fingers made wet sounds that filled the small room. Sara could hear how soaked she was every time he pumped his fingers in and out.

EROS rammed his fingers in and out of my love hole fast and hard as loud lewd wet sounds echoed all around us. It was so embarrassing. My pussy made loud wet sounds as his fingers stirred and messed around with my hot wetness. His fingers pushing repeatedly against my pleasure spot brought me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel my pussy getting even wetter than before as my juices started leaking out from my hole each time he withdrew his fingers out of my hole. “Ahhh! EROS…” I moaned as I felt my orgasm fast approaching. “Don’t cum just yet. I want to cum together with you, Elena,” EROS murmured before he chuckled in amusement.

(Or else it'll hurt alot) I just stared at his dark black eyes, filled with pent up anger, lust and love- love? He pushed my knees up and positioned his erection at the entrance of my sex. I felt it! And it looked as if my heart stopped. I looked at him, trying one last time. ' please, I'm not ready for this. Abhi nahi karain yeh.' I cried out. (Don't do this right now) He leaned down and kissed my forehead once again and whispered in my ear. ' Aram se raho. It'll be fine then.' (Relax yourself)

It was a wild mess of muscle and skin. Ava was being fucked from every side. She was never empty. There was always a giant cock inside her, stretching her and filling her. She felt the different shapes—the width of Bane, the length of Mako, the heat of Tane. The erotica was loud. The men were shouting and groaning. The sound of their bodies hitting was like a drum. Slap. Slap. Slap. Ava was lost in the pleasure. Her brain was gone. She was only a body, a Goddess being used to save the world.

He pressed against the damp fabric, feeling her heat and she whimpered, her body trembling. Gripping the edges of her panties, Adam pushed the thin material inside her slick folds, the lace scraping deliciously against her clit. He pulled it up and down, rubbing it roughly against her inner walls. Nova arched her back, a sharp cry escaping her lips as waves of ecstasy built. He inhaled deeply, burying his nose against her glistening pussy, savoring the musky, sweet scent that drove him wild. Then his mouth descended, tongue lapping at her folds before he sucked her clit hard, drawing it between his lips.

She wanted to feel their clits rub against each other, she wanted to hear the echoes of their voices as they both reached climax. As if the both of them had been compelled by an unseen force, they pulled into each other again, and Helena slid her hand up Elora’s leg again, and this time, she got far enough to Elora’s cunt. “Fuck, it’s like there is fire in your fingertips, sweetheart.” Elora moaned. “You set me on fire each time.” She added, and at that moment, Helena spread her pussy lips and felt just how wet Elora was. The liquid drove Helena insane with the urge to taste it, but she only kept rubbing Elora’s cunt, drawing more juice out of it as the apartment they both shared filled up w

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

I was so wet, so soaking wet down there. As my fingers glided all over my pussy, I could hear the erotic noise my pussy lips made as I rubbed them together; as they came in contact, the squelching sounds of my pussy lips sounded so fucking sexy, the feeling was intense, it felt so good, the sensation was too much, it was mind-blowing.

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.

The affair had been fleeting, a moment of passion that had ignited a fire within her. It had been wrong, dangerous, and utterly unforgettable. She closed her eyes, her fingers still tracing the surface of her desk, and whispered, "Worth it," the words a testament to the thrill of the forbidden and the enduring power of that one night. The memory of his touch, the warmth of his breath on her neck, and the intensity of their secret remained forever etched in her heart. …. Chloe closed the diary halfway, her fingers trembling slightly. Three stories in, three women, three voices, and each one so vivid it felt like she had lived them herself. She swallowed hard, staring at the ink that carried a