Korean Manhwa Smut Novelas e Histórias

"Fuck, I promise you're going to sit for breakfast with my cum dripping through your panties while I smile at your mom, thinking what I've done to her daughter without her knowing." "You're sick," I moaned, but I cum twice more before he even finished. He pulled out, and his cum pulled a rope across my stomach. He rubbed it with his palm, smearing it like he was drawing something. I lay there, coated in him, inside and out, watching him smear his cum on my skin until even my pussy clenched. "Let's quickly go and take a shower before our parents come down and find us like this," he said. "It'll be too bad if we get caught."

“Ohhh……” “Fuck …..” I muttered,my eyes rolling back as my grip on his throat slackened a bit. His fingers moved in and out, quickly, chasing my climax but just as I was about to explode,his cock replaced his fingers, pushing me to an inevitable and shattering climax.

The smell of sex filled the air, musky, dirty, addictive. "Such a perfect hole," he snarled. "Gonna fill you up every day. Keep you leaking my cum while you work at your desk." I was close, so fucking close, when he suddenly pulled out. He flipped me onto my back on the couch and climbed over me, stroking his glistening cock furiously. "Open your mouth." I barely had time to obey before he exploded. Thick ropes of hot cum painted my face, across my lips, my cheeks, one spurt hitting my tongue. I gasped, tasting him again as it dripped down my chin.

“Did you take part in the orgy?” Ahn Hana smacks his hardened member hard. “Aaaaah!” Jung Kwang-soo doesn’t let out a cry of pleasure. The pain makes him shout in pain. He looks down at his fallen brother. His hardness is gone. How could he remain hard in this situation? Will it function next time? He feels like cursing someone to death.

#68. For a 100% Winning Rate Although it was a feast of absurd sophistry, his thoughts soon paralyzed at the sweet kiss digging in as Yuhwan softly parted Haneul Jang's robe. Yuhwan vividly engraved red marks on every corner of Haneul Jang's body as if claiming his ownership. As if trying to prove that it was not a dream that would disappear tomorrow, his touch was persistent and hot.

topless. Mingchan sat and removed his pants and brief. Mukgu positioned her crotch on Mingchan, she spread her legs without removing her skirt and panty, she was rubbing her crotch on Mingchan’s bare dick. They were both moaning and loving the feeling. “Ahhhh, Mingchan. I missed this. Ugh it really feels so good.” Mukgu moaned. Mingchan was really aroused and his dick was fully erected. He looked at Mukgu’s face while playing with her nipples. “Yes, I missed you so much, my girlfriend. This is our first sex that you finally acknowledge me as your boyfriend. We will have more.” Mingchan said and winked at her. Mukgu grinned and blushed. Mingchan then bit Mukgu’s nipple. “Ahh! Mingchan! Ah!”

Hearing the whiny voice in his ear stole away the peace of the therapy. He was at a loss for words… The right words he could use to communicate to this writer that has been on his neck, that he couldn’t find it in him to continue with the horrible fanfic tale she’d submitted on his desk. For editing. He’d tried a few pages, the first few. And the more he’d flipped, the more it seemed like he was losing his creative touch. He was scared for himself. His brain. His fucking IQ. He massaged the space between his brows, letting out another sigh. “Listen, Jenny, there’s no way in the world of creative writing, that you could write manhwa characters like that.”

"You suck like you were made for it." She moaned around him. His cock jumped in her mouth. He pulled out suddenly. Her lips were swollen, chin slick. "Desk. Bend over." She scrambled up, leaned over the polished surface. His hand smoothed over her ass. Then he smacked it. Hard. She yelped. "Quiet. You can take more." He parted her cheeks, spit between them. Rubbed it in. His finger pressed at her tighter hole. "We haven’t used this yet." Her body froze.

My body sagged, held upright only by the four cocks I was servicing. The number soon increased to five as another person surged forward, slamming my mouth into their cock. It smelt awful and my breathing was cut off as he buried my nose in his pubic hair. Before long I was choking and shedding genuine tears. My hands fumbled around, trying to push the man off and then to get north to take him away. "Make him feel good slut. Take whatever is put your way and fucking thank me for it." He ordered, and instantly my disgust vanished.

"But the rounded curves of her buttocks and breasts subtly revealed beneath her mourning skirt were so full and voluptuous... Truly, knowing it was flesh aged for ten years, it made me swallow my saliva." Between the intimate sounds of friction, the man's obscenities struck like daggers. "The moment this beastly fellow's manhood stole a glance at that noble widow lady, it erected stiffly inside my trousers from broad daylight, almost tearing through the loose fabric." "I wanted to pin her down, tear her skirt, and pound her." With a sharp gasp of disbelief. As that insolent, vulgar male smut—describing my body from top to bottom as if tasting it and imagining ravishing me—flowed intact from