Julez Smith Sex Novels & Stories

Ace's eyes squinted slightly. "Thanks?" Juliette smothered a smile in her hand, enjoying how her friend was not afraid to flirt shameessly with her supposed 'cousin'. "You look like a bad boy...I like bad boys," Jazz commented, her lips close to Ace's ear, her hands clutching his bicep. He still looked at Juliette, almost like he was begging for help. "That's fascinting..." Ace said softly. "And your eyes, they are so dark and smoldering-"

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

Smith is a pedophile and has no interest in mature women, he still likes a young woman who looks natural and isn't cheap. His gaze descended to explore Yuriel’s body and lingered on his chest. He licked his lips, looking obscenely at Yuriel. Yuriel was disgusted by the bald and fat man being stared at with lewd gazes. Mrs. Eyes Zoe shone, seeing Mr. Smith's interested gaze on Yuriel. She immediately pushed Yuriel to be introduced to Mr. Smith. Every year, Mr. Smith would come to adopt a young orphaned girl. She knew Mr. Smith was a sexual predator of children. But she didn't care as long as there was money flowing in her wallet if a child was adopted by Mr. Smith.

Jasmine’s hand moved, then she cupped his jaw into her tiny palm, caressing it gently while savoring every twitch of his lips. Jerald’s hand moved, brushing her hair behind her ear. “How do you feel?” Her core tingled reminding her of what some hours feel like. “Sore…” Jerald modded gently, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. “You are sore? Do you need Master to ease your clit with his tongue…” Hesitation flickered across Jamsine eyes, but gosh! What was it about Jerald? What was it about him that other men didn't have? Why does sex conversation with him lighten a part of her that only the plans for her family's revenge excite.

Smith's knees almost gave way with anticipation. Elena began to lead him to the restroom. Outside, the bouncer stared at them with wonder. In his pocket was Elena's phone. She had left it in the restroom. Elena, unaware of this, got into one of the toilets, and made Smith sit on the seat. "Ready for some unconventional pleasure?" she said, watching him nod eagerly. "Good boy. You can call me Jezebel." "Jezebel," he moaned, struggling to fight the whooziness.

he said, "so I have a female consultant to help with sessions like this. I will supervise you giving her anal sex, so there will be three of us in the room. Her name is Jules, and she's highly experienced at this sort of thing. "Jules will give you feedback, and guide you through it. She's perfectly happy for you to cum in her, if you wish, in fact she likes that. She is, of course, totally discreet. No one will ever know about today, I promise. Your girlfriend will appreciate your new-found skills, though." Darren visibly relaxed. "Right," he said, "let's get on with it, then."

We settled onto a plush sectional couch, Jules curling up with her legs tucked under her, still watching me with a curiosity that felt both flattering and unnerving. It felt weird but it felt … good finally to have such a girly friendly conversation. “Jules is a model, works with me,” she explained to me, who nodded, trying to keep up with the rapid-fire banter. Jules leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “Yeah, I’m in the middle of a campaign. Exhausting, but fun.” She grinned at Stella. “So, spill—how’s Christian? How’s the bedroom action?” My eyes widened, my breath catching at Jules’s boldness. Stella didn’t bat an eye, her laugh bright.

During the month long winter break, Julie decided she wanted to forget about school, relax and try not to think about how sexually active she had become. Before last semester, she had only had sex with her high school sweetheart, Dan. However, last semester she really let loose and had sex with eight different guys, including seven in one night in the party room. Upon reflection, Julie felt a little guilty about what she had done. She had always considered girls who slept around to be sluts or whores and now, here she was letting almost half the guys in the frat house have sex with her.

He waited for ten more minutes, his ears getting filled with the moans till Tequila came out as expected. She was buttoning her bum shorts as she winked at him and walked out. "Bud!" Jaemin came out, bolting his belt. "Can you do without f**king that b**ch for one day?" Sylvester rolled eyes. "No way, guys who don't f**k everyday are going to hell" Jaemin winked, and Sylvester laughed. "Crazy AF!" He said as they left the apartment together. They went to Jezebel's apartment, and they entered without knocking, meeting her in bed. She's f**king herself with a dildo!

Julee’s cries rented the room, her brother-in-law’s dick was relentless, intent on drilling as much sweetness as it could. Recson suddenly pulled out from her, making her alarmed. He made her lie on her side with one leg elevated. Straddling the other leg, he slid into her once more, starting from a fast pace immediately. Julee’s hands were free from their previous assignment, yet she extended her