Jasminx Sex Novels & Stories

Jax whispered pleading, his voice strained and wanting. Elias gripped his hips and started pounding him with brutal force, each brutal thrust slammed deep, forcing Jax forward against the counter. Their skin slapped together loudly in the small room. The mirror showed everything from Jax’s flushed face to his leaking cock bouncing with every stroke, and Elias’s powerful body driving into him from behind with raw dominance.

I screamed as he curved his fingers and my legs began to shake before I squirted right in his face. I was horrified because I've never squirted before but with the smile on Jaxon's face, it seemed like he liked it. “Perfect” He murmured as he placed kisses on my inner thighs. I cried out as he slapped my pussy continuously, making me squirt even more. “Jaxon!” I cried out his name as I clenched onto the bed sheets. “You're so sexy, Isla. So fucking sexy” He murmured as he lifted himself up. “Are you on pills?” He asked and I shook my head.

I was about to roll my eyes when I turned to see her phone was up, facing us. “What are you doing,” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “I have been recording you two since the skeleton aisle,” she grinned. “Oh my God…The internet is going to eat this up. I’m posting it.” “What?” Jasmine spun around. “No, you are not….Haley!” She was already backing away, still recording. “This is prime romance content. Look at Jasmine…her hair’s all soft today. William’s literally blushing like a teenager. It’s giving lovers in denial. I need this for my page.”

I could feel my wetness soaking through the nightie. Opening my eyes, I realised the scene had changed. The man sat on a sofa, and she climbed over him, twerking on his dick. I stood up, turning the chair so that the backrest was facing me. I stuck the dildo to the chair's surface and bit my lip in anticipation . I held the chair, imagining them as Frank as I slowly let my pussy down on the dildo. God, I was so tight. "Oh, Frank, your dick is so big..", I moaned , feeling the dildo spread my pussy wide. The woman in the video was moaning loud as she twerk on his dick. Turning me on.

Jasmine shattered hard, her pussy clenching violently around him as pleasure tore through her in waves. Leon didn’t stop. His pace grew savage, hips slamming against her with wet, fleshy impacts. Sweat poured from both their bodies, making every point of contact slippery and hypersensitive. The warm tropical air contrasted with the cool linen beneath her. Jasmine’s second orgasm crashed over her even harder, her entire body convulsing, back arching sharply as hot juices squirted around his thick cock, soaking the linen.

Though she didn't have a problem with her, it didn't stop her from feeling uncomfortable. “Well, I hope you don’t mind if I steal him away for a bit.” She said sweetly but the message was clear. “Of course not. I’ll see you both later.” ~••~ Jasmine exhaled sharply, letting the conversation with Chad drop—for now. Instead, she focused on the Jacuzzi session. She hadn’t planned on spending time in hot water with a man who clearly knew how to push her buttons, but their charade had to be flawless. Chad, of course, had been reluctant. She saw the way he had frowned when they reached the room. People were everywhere in the area and she even caught a few women staring at him.

Jasmine scent, ivory skin, round icy blue eyes, lofty dark hair that smells like vanilla-scented shampoo, 5’7, Nubian nose. Ian found himself struggling with the random images of this particular woman, her messy hair sprawled on the bed under him, her subtle melodious moans filling the room and leaving him yearning for more. The pure euphoria he felt as her thin hands wrapped that carefully around his neck and dug into his back as she cried out in ecstasy, overwhelmed by pleasure as her orgasm raked through her, leaving her squeezing him so tight, he could lose himself in her.

We're two people, connected, united, our love shining like a beacon in the darkness. As we reach the peak of our passion, Jasmine cries out, her voice a soft, sweet music that fills my heart with joy. And I'm right there with her, my own climax washing over me like a wave, leaving me feeling spent, yet exhilarated. We lie there, entwined, our bodies glowing with a soft, golden light. Jasmine's eyes are closed, a peaceful smile on her lips, and I know that, for now, she's free from her fears, her doubts, her anxiety.

Her eyes take in my cock and I see lust fill her gaze. "Fuck",Grayson strips and hops in. Both of us kiss her neck and trail kisses down her body to those hard perky nipples. He sucks and moans, and I can't help but thrust up. When Jasmine stiffens, I stop. Her hands grip our cocks and I moan loud. Fuck this feels incredible. "Sweets do you want to try...?",I stop as she pumps our cocks. I'm about to cum all over her hand. "Can we go slow?"she asks softly. I cup her face, making her meet my gaze.

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.