Kitsune Foreplay Novels & Stories

"If you had kept stimulating your mark, we may not have been able to enjoy this." He rode her hard, the short strokes driving her to distraction, and she didn't notice she'd grown claws, their emergence a testament to her arousal. The fabric tore beneath her as she gripped the sheets for balance, her grip a mix of control and desire. "Naughty, love, very naughty," Kyle scolded, pulling out and flipping her onto her back, his voice a mix of amusement and desire.

He was panting and licking his lips, barely able to hold himself back. “Then ask me nicely, my greedy little kitten.” And he slowed his movements even more, waiting. “Please she whispered huskily. Please, baby. I need you. I need to…” she said, desperate to find her release. Good Kitten, he said, and added a third finger, slowly letting her get used to it. Then he pushed the thick digits in and out. Celine made little mewling noises, but she didn’t care. She was so close that she hung in some kind of orgasmic purgatory, frantic to be freed. Then Sebastian rubbed the bundle of nerves between her legs—once, twice, thrice–and she screamed as ecstasy pulsed inside of her in waves.

My vision tunneled. The world went dark for a few seconds. When I came back, I was still cumming … weak, fluttering aftershocks rolling through me. Kyle had removed the toys, but his mouth was on me now. He licked me slowly, thoroughly, tongue dragging through my folds, sucking gently on my swollen clit. The overstimulation was painful, but the pleasure was so intense it bordered on agony. I whimpered, trying to close my legs, but he held them open with strong hands.

It was making him hard, as Joseph moved down to his ass, lifting his legs, where Joseph was spreading them over his head, as he thrust his tongue inside her taut little hole, as he began to eat, suck, licking and biting, slapping her buttocks. - My kitten. - Joseph said, amidst sucking, licking, amidst thrusting in and out of him, with slaps on each of his buttocks, his moans were squeaky, screaming outrageously. Amidst his throbbing, swaying, hard cock dripping over his upturning belly, as he felt a new heightened pleasure, in which Makoto moaned and gasped, his cock squirted towards her belly, amidst one last lick and thrusting his tongue inside her hole, pushing and moaning, vibrating ins

"And well you can't go in for the reading with this" I watch her sink to her knees, looking up at me, that sexy smirk playing on her lips. Hissing low in my throat, when she grabs me, running her tongue all the way up the underside, ending with her tongue swirling the head and then running over the slith, pre cum already forming. "You ... might ... be ... right".

her newest client growled with a note of sadistic glee. Keiko's eyes widened a little as he dove for her mouth. He was a real kisser. His lips bruised her, his tongue diving deep to explore her taste. He kissed her forcefully and continuously as he rammed his cock into her already cum-tainted sex. This lasted for a good fifteen to twenty minutes before the man approached the precipice. Keiko kissed him back all the while, moaning and urging him on. This man would be a quickie, she realized. He didn't have the stamina of some others. He kept pounding away at her. His cock stroked her insides and the way his fat belly pressed against her made it difficult to breathe. She managed it though. The

But his fist starts moving again—slow glides from root to tip, thumb swiping over the slit to spread the precum. Heat skitters down my spine. My clit throbs in time with his strokes. I reach up, cup my breasts through the tank top. The fabric is sticky, gross—but the friction feels obscene. I pinch my nipples, tug them gently. A soft moan slips out. His breathing changes—rougher. “Fuck… you’re really doing this.” “Show me more,” I whisper. “Please.” He groans, speeds up just a fraction. The head of his cock is shiny now, flushed deep red. Every time his fist passes over it, a bead of precum wells up and drips.

She was incredibly tight, hot, and began clenching around me like she was trying to pull me in deeper. I added a second finger, thrusting in a slow, rhythmic motion while my thumb maintained a steady, grinding pressure on her clit. She moaned louder, her voice echoing off the walls, her entire body trembling with the force of the build. The blindfold was doing its job, amplifying every sensation until she was nothing but a nerve ending focused on my hand. I watched her face—the way her lips stayed parted, the deep flush on her cheeks, the way her head thrashed against the pillow.

Killian sat back in the velvet chair like a king on his throne, legs spread wide, one tattooed arm draped over the armrest, the other resting on his thigh, eyes black with hunger. The fairy lights painted gold across his sharp jaw, the hollow of his throat, the ridges of muscle under his black T-shirt. He hadn’t moved an inch, but the air between us crackled like a live wire. “Show me, kitten,” he said, voice low and rough. “Turn it on. Let me hear how pretty you sound when you fuck yourself and pretend it’s me.” My breath hitched. I brought the toy to my lips first, slow, deliberate, licking a wet stripe up the shaft while holding his gaze. His jaw flexed.

she sniffled. She was sentimental and held some level of allegiance to them because they are our fathers. “I vowed if anyone harmed even a hair on your head, there would be blood. So they shall pay in blood. Kitsune will decide how much. Stay with Hachiro. He will take care of and protect you. If you are feeling frisky, you know where I keep my condoms and toys. Might distract both of you from your pains.” I winked, walking out.