Kimmy Granger Forced Porn Novels & Stories

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

And right now, that flower was the woman standing in front of me, the one I couldn’t get out of my head. Damn it, I was hard. Could you blame me? She was spread wide open for me, her skin flushed, her panties soaked through. I could hear the faint buzzing from where I sat, the vibrator deep inside her, set to the highest pace. It was working her over mercilessly, and still, she bit her lip, trying not to lose control. I saw her legs twitch, the way she tried to press them shut every time the pleasure became too much. The struggle only made me harder. Grace, squirming, fighting to hold herself together, it was maddeningly beautiful.”

i let out a low gasps. I can hear my mind screaming about how wrong all of this is. If mom find's out her boyfriend is pleasuring me right now, things cannot be good for either of us. But dad voice is too intoxicating, i cannot stop. I climbed even higher in ecstasy as he slip his hands under my panties. My clit is so swollen and my juice are dripping, then his finger move with purpose against my clit, each stroke faster than the last one and unable to hold it any longer a moan escape from my lip but dad is quick to cover my mouth with the blanket to prevent my mom from hearing.

She is wearing a black lace thong that I want to rip off. I let my shirt fall from my body and start to undo my pants. Kimberly leans against the door and runs her hand, slowly, down her body: over her breast, down her stomach, and into her panties. She uses her hand to rub her nub, and her other hand reaches up to pinch her nipple. Her eyes are hooded, and her lips are parted, letting a moan escape.

"...I'm ready to see another side of you." "Duncan?" "I told you, Kimbra, what I was going to do to you in your bedroom." I undo the button and lower the zipper. Without hesitation, she lifts her hips, allowing me to pull down her jeans as she throws her arm over her eyes. Once I have her jeans and skimpy excuse for panties removed, I stand up and move her arm. "No, you're going to watch." Her eyes widen. "Yes, Kimberly Ann, you're going to watch me go down on you. Watch how fucking great you taste, watch me devour your pussy, as I lick and bite." I smile as her lip disappears between her teeth, eyes sparkle, and hips writhe. "I'm going to make you scream my name, and everyone in this house

she asked, drawing Amy's face up to hers. "Yes, Mistress," she said quickly, the hint of smile on her face. "I didn't say you could smile, whore," she said, reaching up and slapping the beautiful blonde. Amy's eyes closed briefly, opening back up and staring at Kelly hard, obviously having enjoyed that. "See?" she asked. Mike was smiling widely, nodding. Looking up, he elbowed Kelly and pointed to his girlfriend. Molly had finally lowered her hips onto Kimber's face, and had bent forward, into a doggy style position. Kimber had reached up and pulled her down with both arms, feverishly devouring the pussy in front of her.

“It’s better than I could ever imagine. I mean, Nathan is definitely more dominant than submissive, but that works because I like him to take control. The thing is, he makes it all about me. Fuck. The things he does with his tongue and fingers.” “Wow. Anything that you care to share?” Kimmy questioned. “If I tell you,” I whispered. “You have to swear you won’t tell anyone.” “Absolutely,” Kimmy said, and Morgan nodded in agreement. “Last night he blindfolded me, tied up my hands with his belt, and then bent me over the bed,” I sighed. “It was so fucking hot.” “Fuck. It sounds like it,” Kimmy replied. “I think I have a serious good girl kink, too,” I declared. “As soon as he says it, I’m wet.”

She was performing now, like many of her post sex tapes. Soon, she was bouncing on him and he records every inch of her body. From her face to her chest, and her pelvis dropping down on him again and again. He took great pleasure in touching her dainty body as well, complimenting how good she was at this. They have sex for long hours, all through the night. He even calls few of his friends who agree for a group sex. It turns bizarre so soon... Next day when Ms. Grace wakes up, she finds one of the horny teenager pump in and out of her loose vagina.

A short video of Kimberly in nothing but a sexy red G-string, twerking her thick well-oiled ass, cheeks clapping against each other, increasing the tempo from fast to slow. My lips fell open, stimulated by the clapping that sounded like two people fucking. Occasionally she would slide a finger in her clit, moaning deliciously every time she touched the right spot. Unintentionally I let out a moan, feeling my already hard cock struggling to break free from my pants. Scrolling, I paused as the next video came into view. Her round nipple stood hard, firm and red and she slapped her boobs repeatedly, teasing, squeezing, jerking. My cock throbbed, pushing harder against the thick fabric.

—he made a sweeping gesture to the party in the room behind them. Kimber’s gaze followed the motion. Someone opened another champagne bottle. The lines of cocaine were gone, replaced by three roadies all clustered around the barely legal girl, who was now positioned on her hands and knees, a hard penis in her mouth, a man under her devouring her nipples, and another behind her, plowing into her sex with punishing strokes. Kimber flinched, wondering how much of this the girl would remember tomorrow. “See, I’d be one of those guys right now if it wasn’t for you.” Kimber blanched. “Why? Walk by. Say no. You don’t need my help to do that.”