Intense Sex Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

Something is not— My thoughts were interrupted by the rough slam of his slick member into my drenched cunt. My pussy throbbed mildly in protest but more for an ache for his sweet cock. He slammed my body into his crotch wildly as he moved. My fingers clawed at the bedsheets to hold on. His hips slammed flush against mine without any gentleness or hesitation. My tits swayed with every movement and my nipples scraped the bed below. The princes circled closer, their eyes dark with rekindled hunger, Draven's hand stroked his length slowly and Thorne's breath hitched as he watched the king's cock disappear into me over and over.

The connection was so intense, so charged with emotion, it was almost painful. And then, it began. The sex was deliciously as she had asked. It wasn't with gentle caresses, but with deep thrusts, sweat and skin slapping against skin, rough moans and dirty words whispered in the heat of the moment. It was a storm, a way to exorcise the day's demons. "You are mine," Hector snarled, his hips slamming against hers with a force that made her scream. "Only mine. Never his. Never anyone else's."

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She groans trying to fight my downward pressure. I don’t say anything as I take my hands away from her waist and slowly push all the way inside her. She is so tight, hot, and wet and it has been so long since I’ve been with a woman that I almost lose control and blow my load right then but I manage to gain control. I start to move slowly letting her get used to my 9 inch cock invading her tight hole. “Faster, harder.” She demands after a couple of minutes of my slow yet deep strokes.

I asked, "Sex, I mean." He turned and locked onto my eyes. There was a deep, burning intensity of yearning and desire behind them, "Sex can be so intense that sometimes your body won't respond. To the point where you're gasping for air like you just ran a marathon. The intensity thrumming throughout your body is intoxicating and addicting all simultaneously." My cheeks flushed uncontrollably, and my body reacted, "Okay, now I need a drink." "I have to go," he reminded.

She really wished she could not listen to those words but she was not a deaf and his words during sex gave her hope to have a blissful life with him. However she did not know how long he tossed her but finally he penetrated faster and her hole became more and more itchy. At the critical moment, he pulled out his d*ck, inserted one hand into her hole instead of the d*ck and continued to poke quickly, and his other hand grasped his big c*ck and stroked it back and forth quickly. The big c*ck was aimed at her face, and under his jerking action, streams of thick semen sprayed out, all sprayed on her face, and her p*ssy trembled because of his fingers With a shudder, She reached a climax.

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

I could feel myself getting closer, but I held back. I wanted this to last. I flipped us suddenly, laying on my back and pulling him on top of me. “Fuck me. Hard.” He thrust into me with deep, powerful strokes. I wrapped my legs around his waist and met every thrust. My hands gripped his back, nails digging in. He was hitting that perfect spot inside me with every stroke, making me groan despite myself. “Say my name,” I demanded. “Alexander,” he breathed against my neck. Hearing it pushed me over the edge. I came hard between us, spilling over my stomach and his fist. He followed right after, burying himself deep as he filled me again with hot pulses of cum.