Kisah Cinta Dewasa Novels & Stories

I could not stop thinking about it. I am thirty-two years old and have been married to Mark for eight years. I still love him. He is kind, stable, and a great provider. But our sex life had become painfully predictable. A quick missionary position every Friday night, maybe a half-hearted blowjob from me if I was in a generous mood. That was it. I craved so much more. I wanted to feel truly desired, wanted to be used like a cheap slut, stretched open, and completely ruined while my husband sat right downstairs, totally oblivious.

I looked up just as she parted her lips with the tip of her tongue, meeting another pair of lips. Even through the crimson darkness I could tell it was hard, deep, hot. My ultimate butch-on-butch fantasy coming to life. I had felt them moving on top of me—knew it was inevitable and was quite pleased it was happening so soon—sensed its fruition just in time to catch that first glimpse of my own personal goddess-sent, ambrosia-dripping dream. As the intensity of the kiss mounted, their fingers—working individually, then in tandem, then separately again—increased the intensity with which they fucked my cunt. They stretched me wider as the two pairs of lips worked each other over and two pairs o

I love my husband so much but for the past few years now he has become inactive in bed, which has forced me to look for alternatives such as a dildo to quench my relentless sexual hunger. You have the most beautiful figure I could imagine and a sweet pussy. "Aiden said." I know you have been hooked on my cock with the way you find it. I love your cock so much Aiden I wish I to never get tired of your cock. I love how you make me cum with that huge cock of yours, it feels different each time you are riding on me.

Her pussy clenched at his words, and more wetness leaked out, soaking the fresh panties she had just put on. He leaned in, his voice dropping lower. “Tell me, Sara. Are you wet right now?” She bit her lip, too embarrassed to answer at first. But the heat in his eyes made her nod slowly. “Yes… I am.” That was all it took. Professor Kane grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her roughly. His mouth crashed against hers, demanding. There was nothing gentle about it. His tongue pushed past her lips and claimed her mouth, tasting her deeply. Sara moaned into the kiss. Her hands came up to grip his shirt. The kiss was hungry and urgent, full of all the tension that had built up during every l

Then something happened that blew me away and had me cumming in seconds. "Do you like me being a slut for you?" Lisa whispered in my ear Like I said I couldn't believe my ears but I erupted from the eroticism of my sweet innocent wife of 20 years saying those words. After we came down, we cuddled until we fell asleep but twice during the night we awoke each other and repeated our love making. Even though we didn't open another card for several weeks, the flashing and the fact that our fantasies were in the cookie jar kept our sexual energy at a high level. I think we both also realized that there was a side to each of us that the other had not fully appreciated.

“Right now. While Mommy sucks your cocks. Show me how bad you want this.” They froze for half a second, their eyes wide. Then Hunter turned first. He grabbed the back of Kyle’s neck and yanked him in. Their mouths crashed together hard, teeth clacking, tongues sliding messy and desperate. Kyle whimpered into the kiss, and Hunter groaned deep. I watched their jaws work, lips swollen and shiny, while my hands kept pumping their cocks in perfect rhythm, slow twists at the base, fast strokes over the heads, thumbs smearing pre-cum everywhere.

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.

I signed for the plain brown box quickly, trying not to look too eager and carried it straight up to my room, locking the door behind me. I sat on the bed and tore the package open. My new thick veiny dildo, it was even bigger and more realistic than I expected, two slutty lingerie sets…one black sheer babydoll and one tiny red crotchless teddy, the upgraded ring light and the sturdy tripod. My pussy clenched just looking at it all. I was soaked again. I snapped a quick photo of the opened box and sent it to HotFantasy88. **Me:** It came. Look what I got 😳 The big one is huge. I’m so horny right now after all that stress.

Without hesitation, Desirée leaned forward and buried her face in Kaida’s pussy. Kaida gasped, a sharp, beautiful sound. Desirée’s tongue delved into her folds, tasting her unique coolness and the hot, slick evidence of her arousal. She licked and suckled, mimicking the rhythm Conor was pounding into her own body. Kaida’s hands fisted in Desirée’s hair, her hips beginning to move against Desirée’s mouth.