Novel & Cerita Indian Erotica Books

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.

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My hand m‍ove​d on its o​wn, fingers slipping u‌nder the damp‍ fabric, finding my clit, pressing‍ hard, circli‌ng once, twice, matching his pace. Anna droppe⁠d to her knees be​side them, silent‌ and grace‌ful, sliding one hand up Greta’⁠s trem⁠bli​n‍g thigh, c‍upping a breast, pinching the n‍ipple until Gret‌a his‌se⁠d.

But my voice cracked and my nipples were practically begging to be touched The aphrodisiac was insidious. It slowly moves all around me. I could feel my resistance starting to crash while my mind still screamed at me to fight. Four hands starting roamed my body now. Tracing my waist and moving along my breasts without squeezing. They were teasing me I was panting and moaning despite everything I struggled to set my arms free with force. Blood spilled as I stratched at the nearest Veyari’s chest He growled and pinned me harder. The tentacle finally brushed directly over my clit.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Mom supported me, not because she understood, but because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I stood up and walked around the library, feeling a little restless. They had all of the classics, and some of them looked as though they were expensive copies. Other authors that I regularly read, such as James Patterson and Dean Koontz were on the shelves. They even had some of my female favorites, such as Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner and Heather Graham Pozzessere. Then I wondered down to another section where I found some more provocative books. They had a lot of erotica books. One huge volume stood out: The Kama Sutra.

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.

I grab my thick shaft, stroking slowly while imagining Arohi on her knees before me, those innocent brown eyes wide and wet, her lips swollen from my bruising kisses. I let out a shuddered breath, thumb rubbing over my slit, smearing precum along my sensitive head as I imagined Arohi gagging on my cock. My strokes quickened, hips flexing upwards with each pump. I imagined bending her over my desk tearing off her silk shirt, pressing her face into the polished wood as I pounded into her mercilessly, ignoring her cries as she clenched around me, shaking and dripping

I am Reema, a 20-year-old Indian girl with a body that drives men wild. My thick, creamy thighs and ample bosom strain against the confines of my tight saree, revealing every tantalizing curve. I live with my father-in-law, a paralyzed man with a perverted streak and a 10-inch cock that throbs with desire whenever he sees me.

She could almost feel his calloused hand on her hip, his mouth teasing the corner of her lips before crashing into hers. Her hand rose almost without thought, skimming over the curve of her breast, fingertips brushing over a nipple that hardened instantly under her touch. A breathy gasp slipped from her lips. The water streamed down, trickling between her breasts, across her stomach, lower… where she burned hottest. Jasmine braced her free hand on the tiled wall, the other hand wandering, slow and teasing. Her breathing quickened, chest rising and falling with small, broken moans that echoed softly in the steam.