India Erotica Novels & Stories

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He stated, pushing me down on the bed and started to slowly slip his hands inside my top. As much as I was nervous as this was my first time, I knew I wanted him so badly. I could feel my whole body screaming for his touch and the wetness pooling between my legs was making it hard for me to hold back myself. I wanted this and I'm sure it's not that big of a deal. Eshika has already done it with her boyfriend and it's quite common now-a-days. "I know but I'm not in India, right?" I smirked, making him laugh so hard. "Damn, you are really something else, Ridhi."

Every thrust of his fingers made more wetness spill down my thighs. “Quiet,” he breathed against my mouth. “Unless you want the whole family to hear how easily their perfect little daughter-in-law comes on her brother-in-law’s hand.” I buried my face in his shoulder, biting down as he rubbed my clit faster, fingers pumping in and out of the soaked heat. The wet sounds grew louder. My legs started shaking. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Come for me like the filthy whore you are. Right here. With everyone two rooms away arguing over movie snacks.”

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

I just whimpered, sobbed and begged with broken sounds. He leaned down, chest to my back, weight pinning me into the bed, mouth at my ear. “You love this, don’t you?” He murmured softly. “Love being fucked like my dirty little girl.” “Yes… God… yes…” His free hand snaked around. Found my clit. Pinched it. Rolled it. Rubbed fast and rough. I shattered again. Harder than before. My pussy clamped down like a vice, pulsing and milking him. My whole body shook. Tears soaked the pillow. I screamed his name until my throat burned.

My pulse hammered in my ears as I flipped it open near the middle while my eyes scanned the elegant handwriting across the pages. "She is just twenty, shy, innocent the type of girl who smiles so innocently when someone looks at her tits for so long. I want to ruin that innocence slowly and filthy. Spread her legs wide on my desk and teach her how to take every inch of my cock down to her tight throat until she gags and drools, spit running down her chin. I want to watch her pussy stretch around me while she cries and calls me daddy, begging me to pump her full of cum until her belly swells with my baby and everyone knows who owns that cunt of hers." Heat rushed straight to my face, then dri

The touch was soft and smooth, and it sent a jolt through my whole body. Lauren's whole body trembled slightly, and she seemed to really enjoy it. Right now, a man must have been touching her in her dream, and she was loving every second of it. Then she parted her lips slightly and whispered, "Please help me. I need you so badly." I looked down and saw that the sheets beneath her were damp. Everyone around us was already asleep. If I wasn't going to do it now, I never would. I quietly climbed into her bed, and she spread her legs as if on instinct. Everything was right there, ready for me.

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

I didn’t care. I slid my lace panties, pussy juice soaked, to the side and let my four saliva dipped fingers rub over my wet clit vigorously in motions only I could decide. As I followed through with the instructions that were given by the female lead in my audio erotica.

She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs. She sat on the floor and imagined that she was trying to sit on the man's lap while grinding her boy. She saw those things in movies. She tried watching hot movies when she accepted that job offer so she would know what to do. She lifted her hips while holding the floor with both hands. She thought it would be better for her to face the man when she did that, so she stood up again and then slowly sat on the floor. She thinks of his body as she sits. She touched the floor again as her hips lifted. Eventually, her body moved as if something had penetrated inside her. She bit her lower lip as she closed her eyes and grinded slowl