Jessie Murph Porn Novels & Stories

The video was already playing: me in my shower, back arched, fingers buried in my pussy, moaning Alex's name like a curse while I came. I had sent that discretely to Alex. I lunged for the phone. He lifted it out of reach, wrapped one arm around my waist, and slammed me face first against the nearest wall. My cheek pressed to cool marble, his huge body caging me in. "Behave," he growled against my ear, "or this goes viral before you say ‘Jack’, " His free hand shoved my dress up to my waist, baring my ass and the fact I was dripping down my thighs.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Lust trumped embarrassment as a new flood of moisture released between her thighs. Judd broke their kiss and leaned back, his eyes hooded with desire. "Now, Angel." He pointed to the floor. "On your knees. Take out my cock and suck me dry." Without hesitating, Jessi slid to the floor between Judd's feet, kneeling up to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. As she did, he slid the strap from her other shoulder, revealing her other breast as the top of her dress pooled around her waist.

She locked the door of the farthest stall, heart pounding in her throat. She lifted her skirt to her waist. The black lace panties were already dark in the center, drenched. She pulled the fabric aside with two fingers, exposing her red, swollen pussy, glistening with arousal. The outer lips parted, clit swollen and begging for touch. She took the photo with flash—the harsh light highlighting every drop of slick running down. No filter. No caption. She sent it. Seconds later: **Fabian:** Fuck, Jéssica. **Fabian:** Look at that dripping slut pussy. Is it dripping on the bathroom floor?

he says and stick two fingers into my pussy. Savoring the sweet sensation I was feeling, I closed my eyes. Then he started moving his fingers in and out of my pussy, going faster than he started. I moan softly, closing my eyes. Flashes of my stepdad, Dave appeared in my head as I felt pleasured by Jackson.

“But you came on my cock yesterday. You got wet for me. And I’ve been hard all morning thinking about doing it again.” He shoved her baggy jeans down just far enough, pushed her panties aside, and pushed two fingers into her without warning. Elise gasped, the sound sharp in the quiet stairwell. She was already slick. Not as soaked as the day before, but wet enough that his fingers slid in easily. Rhys watched her face while he fucked them into her in steady strokes, curling against the front wall, thumb pressing her clit. “Still tight,” he muttered. “Still takes me like you don’t want to want it.”

I spread her pussy wide and her hands held her thighs for me as I bent down to lick at her, lapping at her pussy, finding her nub, but then tracing back to her ass, unable to resist something so forbidden as rimming my plump, cute, nineteen-year-old student's ass-hole. As I tongued her tightest hole, spreading her cheeks wide, her hand rubbed desperately at her clit. "Oh fuuuck," she moaned, craning her neck to look at me tonguing her ass. Holding my tongue stiff, my head bobbed at her asshole, and I knew I was showing her something that she'd never experienced before. It felt so taboo, and so deliciously naughty, that my own precum was out of control. "Do you like that, Lucy?" I said.

Christian gave her shoulder a squeeze. Jessie gave him a sly smile, "fine. But you better fu*k me good." “Do you even have to ask.’’ Christian grinned. She moved to sit on Christian's lap, feeling his hardness as she did. "So hard and ready." Jessie bounced up and down in a teasing way. She could feel her core pulsing, and waiting for more. “Fu*k me with your mouth." Christian whispered. Stooping in the small space, Jessie eagerly got on her knees, unbutton his pants, then took his co*k out.

This was every man’s fantasy and Kerry obviously intended for me to enjoy myself. As Kerry sucked at those beautiful tits, she moved her hand down to Jessie’s swollen cunt lips. She was dripping in juice and she raised her hips to meet Kerry’s hand. I stroked my full nine inches as Kerry’s fingers disappeared inside her. “Jessie you are so wet! Does Chet make you wet like this?” She dipped one finger inside Jessie's quivering hole. “No.” “Does Chet make you come?” She slid another finger inside Jessie and began to rub her clitty with her thumb.

No more hiding, no more quick fucks in the shadows. Just us, her body under mine on a sun-drenched beach, my big cock filling her as she screamed my name to the waves. I could see it: Jessy in a tiny bikini, her curves on display, me pinning her to the sand, thrusting slow and deep while she whispered, "Harder, Daddy—make me your whore." The idea stirred me, my cock twitching in my pants as I imagined breeding her under foreign stars, her pussy milking every drop.