Novel & Cerita India Erotica

“Oh my God…” She presses on, her eyes holding mine, her voice raw. “So I suggest you just do as they say. Honestly, it’s not like it will kill you.” Her next words slice me open. “It’s just pleasure, Anita.” I recoil, my lips trembling. She continues, her tone strangely matter-of-fact, almost rehearsed. “I mean, you’ve already been with him once. And… he is very good in that aspect. He knows how to give women pleasure, the kind they can’t forget. That’s why they keep coming back. I’ve… I’ve lived with it for two years now. So, no, it won’t kill you. It won’t hurt you. And he’s very clean—trust me. No diseases, nothing to worry about. And he’s generous. Very generous. If you satisfy him, he’l

He fumbles clumsily for the remote and flicks on the TV. To give him some credit, he’s only slightly startled when the porno he thought I didn’t know about starts playing. It’s definitely one of the filthier titles he owns, no high-scale production values, no artfully conceived plot, just pure fucking. A blonde woman with pneu- matic tits is getting drilled onscreen, and the devil’s threesome she signed up for has soon turned into an unstoppable, all-out gangbang.

“Push another finger in. Good. Now rub your clit while you fuck yourself on them. Faster. I want to hear how wet you are.” I obeyed every order, filming more videos and sending to him… By the end I was shaking like a leaf from all the pleasures, my sheets were soaked under me, a video of his thick cock still open on my screen as I came a second time with his voice ringing in my ears. Next day: I walked into the kitchen the following afternoon for water and stopped dead in my track. Ethan’s phone sat unlocked on the counter.. SecretHeat was open. The username at the top of the active chat was unmistakable.

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 leaned in for a closer look and what I saw took me by surprise: there were nudes in that folder. Ravi and Akash showed more pictures of him holding that beautiful, scantily clad woman. But I couldn’t get an image I had just seen out of my mind: of a curvy woman being fucked from the behind with her hair held in a man’s fist. Akash was so drunk, that when was clicking on another image to show us, his phone slipped through his fingers and fell to the floor. He was slouched on a beanbag, so I offered to pick it up. As I bent to retrieve the phone, the folder from which he had selected the photo was open on the screen. I looked at it for a second longer. He had over 300 images and videos of th

Busty white woman requires the services of an Indian tailor. ************* The Busty & The Naughty is a work of erotic fiction that contains mild bondage and interracial sex between a white woman and south Asian (Indian) man. Enjoy.. ***** "Hi, I need to get a bridesmaid dress altered by Friday, will you be able to get it done in time?" Jeanie was feeling hopeless. Her younger sister Cynthia's wedding was Saturday and she only had one week left to get this done. Now she was having a difficult time finding anyone who could finish it before the wedding.

“I’m taking you home Juliette after this.” “Kiss me,” she said. He did and cupped one of her breasts, making her long for more. He stepped back, but her cleavage heaved through the low front of her wrap-around blouse. She had round full breasts, larger than he had realized when he first saw her. They fit his palm perfectly. She was still holding her skirt. They were supposed to walk inside, but he pulled her shirt apart and groaned at the delicate lace that just barely covered her heaving chest. Impulsively, she reached a finger down and touched herself. She had been wet all day. He moaned watching her. She used another finger to circle around her clit the way she had when she was lying on t

Soon, I came with a scream, my cream filling his mouth, my body shaking, my back arching off the mattress. He crawled up my body, his cock pressing against my entrance, hot and insistent, but he didn't push in. Instead, he reached into his nightstand, pulling out a vibrator, black, with a curved tip designed for maximum stimulation. The sight of it made my pussy clench with anticipation. "Ever been fucked by two things at once?" he asked, his voice dark. "No." “Today will be your first.” He pressed the vibrator against my clit, turning it on low,

A group of girls, barely acquaintances, gossiping with their friends. “You know there’s a girl in our course,” one said. “She’s from India. Works as an escort. Sleeps with rich men. Shoots videos. Performs live. Her videos are quite popular online. I heard she even slept with the professors and management for extra credit. I saw her walk to uni in the beginning. Now she arrives in various luxurious cars, accompanied by drivers or handsome men. Heard she has a few sugar daddies and sleeps with anyone who can get her to big-shot parties and designer bags, jewellery and all. Total slut.”

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple