Romans & histoires Indian Erotic Story

She moaned, her hips moving against his hand, a desperate seeking motion for more. “You’re so eager, aren’t you, my love?” he whispered, slipping a finger inside her. Her inner walls clenched around him, hot and slick. She moaned, a deeper sound this time, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for the connection. He added another finger, his thumb finding her pulsing clit, rubbing gently, deliberately. Her breath hitched. “Tell me you like that,” he commanded softly, watching her face. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, a powerful rush that tightened her around his fingers.

This one barely registered. He rolled off, breathing hard, and pulled me against his chest. “Love you,” he whispered. “Love you too.” I stared at the ceiling while he fell asleep. My pussy was still leaking a mix of both of them. I slid my hand down and touched myself slowly, remembering the exact shape of Mr. Grant’s cock. How it had forced me open. How he had held me down and told me that cunt was his now. I came quietly with my fingers, biting my lip so Derick wouldn’t wake up. It wasn’t enough. I already knew tomorrow I would stay late again. I needed the real thing.

He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back. "Say it louder," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching me wide, the wet sounds loud in the room as he fucked me with them fast. "Tell me you love my cum inside you." "I love it," I moaned, voice breaking, hips bucking up to meet his hand. "Fuck, Haiden, I love your cum leaking out of me, I love feeling you all day." It was embarrassing how true it was, how my body craved it, pussy soaking his fingers, clit throbbing every time he brushed it with his thumb.

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin

Loving it. The invasion was swift and brutal, stretching her already sore ring of muscle. A sharp cry was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. Full. So full. She was packed, a triple penetration that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind. Her body bowed off the bed, a silent scream of overwhelming ecstasy. “Look at that,” someone whistled. “All three holes stuffed. A perfect fucking gangbang slut.”

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

She felt him throb inside, hitting deep, pleasure radiating from her core. They fucked until dawn, exploring every position: her riding him on the couch, breasts bouncing as she ground down, feeling him nudge her depths; him eating her out on the stairs, tongue delving deep until she squirted; doggy in his bed again, his hand in her hair, pulling as he claimed her. By morning, bodies sore and sated, Ethan whispered, “We can’t tell anyone.” Lila nodded, but inside, she knew—this was her victory. He’d begged in actions if not words, and she’d give him more reasons to crave her.

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

I reached back and grabbed his thick, muscular arms, trying to pull him even deeper. "Are you ready to leave it all behind?" he growled, his sweat dripping onto my back. "Yes! Just fuck me! Make me yours!" I shrieked. I was losing my mind. The erotica of the moment was too much. I felt my body tightening, my pussy clenching around him like a vice. I was sobbing and shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over me. Dax let out a loud, raw roar and came deep inside me, his whole body shaking as he filled me up.

He stood just before her to feel her fear, but was stunned when found nothing. Grabbing her arms, he pulled her to him and asked. “Before you what? You can not do anything.” She tried to get herself free, but his grip became tight, hurting her arms. “I would have finished your story that day if Abbu hadn't called. But it's okay! Revenge is sweeter when it's old.” Danger dripping from his voice With all strength she had, Subh-Dil freed herself from his grasp and slapped his face, hard. “I am not that old, innocent Soni, whom you can take advantage of, I am Subh-Dil Ammar, and my husband knows how to deal with you. So leave.”