Imagine Stories Spicy Novels & Stories

Head bobbing while her hand twisting at the base, other hand cupping my balls and rolling them gently, her spit's lubricatory and damn hot Spit dripped down my shaft, over her fingers, onto the carpet, drip upon drip like slime. She moaned around me like sucking cock was her favorite hobby. I threaded my fingers in her hair, holding on for dear life. She popped off again, stroked me with both hands while she looked up. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” I swallowed hard. “Yeah.” “How many times did you jerk off thinking about me?” " Very many.” She licked a long stripe from balls to tip. “Good boy. Tell me what you imagined.” I was shaking. “You… riding me in your old bedroom, door lo

The Italian rolled off his tongue so easily and the goosebumps spread across my arms and up the back of my neck so fast it startled me. The cold office suddenly felt several degrees too warm. "What does that mean?" I whispered before I could stop myself. "Why don't you come to my office right now and take my cock into that sweet little mouth of yours. Maybe then I'll tell you what it means." His voice rasped hotly. My breath hitched. Hot heat rushed between my legs immediately and crossing them tighter right now was not helping in the slightest. "Why don't you go pay a sex worker to come suck your cock day and night,

She slammed into me harder, the thick cock pounding my G-spot with every thrust. “Then fucking cum,” she snarled. “Cum all over this cock like the dirty little girl you are.” My orgasm exploded through me so violently I screamed, my entire body shaking as I squirted all over her stomach and the strap-on. Vesper groaned in satisfaction, still fucking me through my orgasm, chasing her own pleasure by grinding the base of the dildo against her clit. She buried her face in my neck as she came, moaning my name like a prayer. We stayed locked together, both of us panting and trembling. This was basically the craziest sex I’d ever had and it wasn’t even with a real dick???

That sort of sound so misogynistic. Nonetheless, I ignored Ian’s statement and dressed really quickly. Because I, myself, is hungry too. I want to devour something spicy this time. Like so spicy that it would burn my tongue. Damn what a craving? Like literally. What is going on with my hormones?

The fantasy made me so wet I was almost certain I would leave a mark on the chair. After dinner Jack suggested drinks on the back patio. I excused myself to the kitchen under the pretense of getting water. The moment I was alone I pressed my back against the counter and slipped one hand under my dress. I was soaked. My fingers slid easily through the wetness. I rubbed my clit in tight circles and bit my lip hard to stay quiet, imagining it was Richard’s hand instead of mine. Imagining him behind me, chest pressed to my back, two fingers pumping into me while he told me what a filthy girl I was for getting this wet over him. I pulled my hand away before I could come. Not yet. Not while he was

She imagined him walking into the bedroom unannounced, catching her like this — legs spread, fingers buried in her married pussy — his eyes darkening with raw hunger as he realized his own stepmom was masturbating while thinking about him. “Yes… touch me, baby,” Lena moaned louder, pushing two fingers deep inside her dripping cunt. She pumped them slowly at first, savoring the wet squelching sounds. “Your stepmom is so fucking wet for you… I’ve been dripping all day just thinking about your thick cock.” Her hips rolled as she fucked herself deeper, imagining Alex’s muscular body hovering over her, his hard cock pressing against her entrance.

she orders with a whisper and moves even closer. Why is it so hot in here? I should shut up but…Kandy says I should speak…I will speak. “Everytime when I get hard…a-and when I touch myself, I say your name and I can’t stop” I say with a broken moan before I can stop myself and Kandy looks pleased as she leans into my space. She smells like sex and sin. “Kandy, baby…” I say her name, with my voice straining and we move closer, breathing hard and heavy, fueled by our dark confessions of lust.

Sophie pov I took off my skirt and slowly traced lines on my panties, not taking my eyes off the magazine, slowly flipping it to the next page. My breathing grew faster. It was an up-close picture of the woman having her pussy licked by the man. Fuck, I couldn't tease myself any longer. I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy.

He grabbed my lips and we fuck our lives away. This is a story of Carl and Sophie. And also Retica and her step Dad (James) who looks a lot sexier than an average middle-adult and her step- daughter who runs a secretive cam-whore session for extra cash. For one or more reasons, Retica chooses to show-off her sensual teen body to seduce guys for more cash. Let’s call her an expert amateur Cam-model who doesn’t collect less for a real webcam show. She is sexy, slutty, pretty and gets horny on one touch. CHAPTER 1

Pussy juice frothed at her beet-red pussy lips, a bubbly soup that helped lubricate the drilling cock and the wickedly wonderful cross as it fucked her cunt in and out. Abigail felt like she was slowly losing consciousness as her inner muscles flexed and fluttered and for the first time in her young life, the second time since she got to Imam Tariq’s study, she shot a salty stream of pee, spraying her very own cum around his relentless cock, soaking their hips and the prayer beads beneath them. Relentlessly, Imam Tariq continued, forcing his spewing thick sperm deep into Abigail’s young, fertile womb. His head fell back as his cock kept ramming into her even as he came inside her.