Katya Clover Nsfw Novels & Stories

“Slow. Let me feel that greedy pussy milk me.” I whimpered as I rocked on him, the apron brushing against my aching clit with every movement. He fed me bites between thrusts, praising me in that deep, commanding voice. “That’s it… such a perfect little fucktoy. Look how wet you get for your employer’s cock while his wife is gone.” After he filled me again, he carried me out to the infinity pool.

I must have him. Kat has been near the surface the entire time, like a crazed horny slut. She pushes forward the moment his fingers brush my center, her claws extending and ripping his shirt to shreds. It’s the push I need to descend on my mate, running my tongue across his ripped abs and chest. Jeremy grunts, cursing as he lifts me up and slams me down onto the couch. He lays on top of me, his mouth on every part of my body, my clothes become discarded on the floor as Jeremy’s mouth attacks me.

She rolled her head back, laying it on my shoulder, and kissing her neck, I slid my hand inside her panties, rubbing slow circles of eight on her clit, smirking when she moaned. “Well, my beloved, I do believe that turning me on to leave me hanging would get us nowhere, and judging by the fact that we just promised Calista that we would be joining them for breakfast, I do suggest that you push your beloved cock inside me before I use my fingers to satisfy myself” Katerina threatened, making me laugh. I pulled my pants down and slid her panties to the side before thrusting inside her. She cried out, tensing when I was completely inside her, and kissing her neck, gently biting on it, I pulled

We needed privacy because I certainly wasn’t done feasting on my girl. Palming her ass, I held her close as I stood and stalked back to the bedroom. I kicked the door shut, then gently laid Kate on the bed, leaving her legs hanging off the end. Then I dropped to my knees and shoved her skirt up to her waist. “Fucking hell,” I groaned. “Look at that perfect pussy.” It was pink and swollen, glistening with her arousal, and my mouth watered. Wedging my shoulders between her thighs to keep her spread out, I used my thumbs to part her folds, exposing her hard little clit that was trying to escape its hood.

The rest of my senses were sharpened by the temporary loss of sight, and when his body made close contact with mine, and I felt his hot breath against my ear, I shivered, parting my lips softly. His voice was heavy with lust and desire, thick and deep against my ear, "pick a safe word, Katya." Oh... I bit my inner cheeks, struggling to control my breathing when I uttered the word, "Lavender." And then, all bets were off. *** Ferrara Fuck my life... Katya Petrov lay in front of me, her smooth skin barely concealed by the sequin material which had ridden up to her pelvis area, her nipples poking visibly through the material.

April just said, "Nice job, that was a good squeal. Okay, now you can fuck him again. Come on, get up. Go fuck your brother some more, and this time try to cum on his giant cock." She winked at me and I smirked. This was so fucked up, but earth shatteringly exciting. Katia could barely breathe, but she followed orders like an overzealous private. She crawled up to me and her lips found mine again as her hands grabbed my head. She slid her body over mine and sank steadily down on my cock like a velvet glove.

I sigh with pleasure, arching my back into him. Kissing his way back up, he reaches my ear, “How long has it been, Kat, since you’ve had a man touch you?” He whispers grinning against my neck. I open my mouth to respond, but the words turn into a yelp as he pushes two fingers inside me. He smothers the sound with a kiss. I reach down, anxious to unbutton his pants. Thank goodness he isn’t wearing a belt. He pulls out his hand, and finishes undressing himself. I hear him chuckle, quickly realizing I am laying there with my mouth open, blatantly staring at his erect cock.

You're perfect. Kataleya just reduced her movements, starting to move more slowly, letting go of her hair and her hands went down to her breasts, feeling them. “Take off your skirt Kataleya, I want you naked for me... Kataleya smiled mischievously and turned on the same axis, facing away from him. Gently, she unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and before she turned around, she felt her husband's hands on her waist and kisses on the back of her neck. Her breasts were groped, while Igor rubbed his penis more against her ass.

She nods in fake sympathy. “I have clothes, thanks,” Claire replies tightly, eyes locked on her plate. “Katya,” I say, calm but edged, “zip it. Before I put a bullet in it.” “Oooh, promises, promises, promises,” she purrs. She picks up a teaspoon, locks eyes with me, and starts sliding it slowly in and out of her mouth in an obscene rhythm. “What the fuck…” Claire mutters, frozen, torn between horror and morbid curiosity. That’s Katya, relentless, vulgar, and always testing me.

“At the time of your climax, baby girl, I will claim you.” Kat’s eyes went wide and she bit her lip as he trailed kisses, licks and nibbles down her body, pulling the gauzy dress up over her hips and revealing her unclothed sex. He growled deep in the back of his throat as he saw she had the perfect strip of white downy hair on her pubis. He pushed her legs further apart, bending her knees up and pushing them out opening her up to him completely as he lowered his face to her pussy and licked his tongue up, pushing it through her folds and up to her clit. She moaned softly and arched her back, grabbing handfuls of his hair, as he swirled his tongue around her clit and then sucked it into his