Holly Dickens Porn Novels & Stories

and returned to the full on suction. Holly finally gasped and pushed Jenny's face off of her tit, lying back on the bed. That just made her even more available, and Jenny, naughty little incestuous-cock-whore-lezbo-tramp-slut, dropped her face into Holly's crotch and did the unthinkable. Or maybe the inevitable in our case. Holly cried out, "No, JEN," lifting her legs up, but Jenny just grabbed them tightly, held them against her shoulders and licked her older sister into submission.

Most not. At a corner two women were on a wide seat. One lay on her back, legs open. The other was between her thighs, mouth on her breast, sucking hard while her fingers rubbed tight circles on the woman’s clit. The one underneath kept making these soft, desperate sounds, hips lifting every time the fingers moved. A sex party. I turned to Ethan, shocked. “I wanted to spice things up, babe,” he said, like it was nothing. I shook my head. “You don’t have to do all this, Ethan. I think we should go.”

The flush on her face, the gold mixed in her blue-gray eyes that said Kira was there too, the desire, the bliss, and dare I suggest, love that was in those eyes as Holly dug into my shoulder, her cries of MY name echoing around the barn. Then it was my turn, not a moment too soon because I doubted I couldn’t hold out much longer. Holly was the first and will be the only woman I ever had sex with bareback. The sensation of feeling Holly on my dick was already fantastic without some latex between us numbing everything, but coming inside her? Mind-blowing. Twenty out of ten stars. Or maybe that’s just the stars I saw when I came, her name on my lips.

Hunter crawled towards me, shoving off his trousers that were still stuck at his ankles, kicking them off the bed. His face met mine, our foreheads touched as he wiped the trickles of sweat forming at my temples. He ran his hands down my entrance, palming my pussy. His fingers ran between my folds. I moaned, biting down tenderly. I was plump, warm, and already wet for him. He continued to glide his fingers into me, rubbing his thumb in circles hard against my clit. I couldn't control the moans that escaped my mouth as he pushed his fingers deep inside me, watching me lustfully.

She was giving me ideas. The hallway is dim, lined with numbered doors. Some have red lights above them, indicating occupancy. Others are dark. I find booth seven and step inside, my heart hammering against my ribs. It's small, maybe five feet by five, with a vinyl bench against one wall and a video screen playing muted p**n. The air smells like disinfectant and sex. And there, in the wall to my left, is the hole. About waist height, maybe five inches in diameter, with smooth edges worn shiny from use. A faint light glows from the other side. My heart is pounding as I sit on the bench. I'm wearing a short skirt and a low-cut top, no bra, no underwear. Easy access. That's what the forums reco

I feel his breath near my asshole, he licks tight hole, I shiver. He lubricates my ass and hid dick with his spittle, then In a deft move, he slips his dick into my ass and fucks me with unexplainable strength. When he’s done, he comes to my front while Adrian takes over, fucking my ass as well, “oh fuck!” “Mmm…” I moan, sucking Vex till he comes in my mouth, his cum going down my throat. Adrian comes forward with a bobbing dick as well, as Rowan digs in too.

She's the dark-featured girl in the library who you know secretly wants to sneak you into the stacks and suck your cock while other people browse nearby for steamy entries from Kushner or Munro or the hideously delicious truths of David Foster Wallace. “Wanna watch some p**n?” she asks me through a strand of hair that falls lazily over her face. She blows it up playfully as she looks at me with a sudden pep in her energy. “Yes,” I say to her without having to think twice, and soon she has the TV remote opening up our internet browser HDMI input. Then we're scrolling through our favorite saved pornography websites, all of our various technological vices laid out for us in a half-crescent buff

Holly like the sweet drinks and goes for a Sex on the Beach and I like my whiskey so I pour a crown and coke. “I have to go to the bathroom!” Holly said loudly so I can hear her over the music. “Okay I am right behind you” We get about half way and Holly suddenly stops. She starts smelling the air and moving away from the bathroom. What is going on with her? I tried to follow her but she was moving too quickly with how many people were here. I finally catch up to her and she has a deer in the head lights look to her and she is staring straight head. Turning my head I look to see what she is looking at and it is Damian. I get a sinking feeling in the pit on my stomach as I hear Holly whisper

"I don't actually want to date you or anything, to take up your time or otherwise prevent you from hanging out with your friends. I'm not really the settle-down-with-a-steady-boyfriend type. But oh my GAWD what you did to me with that backrub lit a fire in my pussy that's not gonna get quenched until I feel every inch of your big dick plugging me fucking FULL." "Uhhh..." I muttered stupidly, a little too much happening at once for my brain to process. By now, Holly got me right in front of a couch. I'd gone a little soft coming down the stairs after my aborted masturbation session, but had stiffened right back up from Holly's kiss and the sight of her bare naked breasts. Telling me she wante

I look straight into the camera, cum sticky and warm on my lips and cheeks, chest heaving, pussy still throbbing and dripping. “Happy... fucking... Thanksgiving, bitches.”