Korrasami Sex Novels & Stories

That is… until Ashton speaks from behind me. “If there’s going to be any videoing of the sex god,” he says, voice like velvet, “it’ll only be viewed by me… and my goddess.” Total silence. I can’t even turn around to look at him. I know my face is bright red. Kora’s probably the same on the other end of the line. “Well, Sam, it was great talking to you,” Kora says, her voice suddenly an octave higher. “I’ll talk to you soon. Bye!”

He wants his guests to be entertained. "Fuck him." Kora said nonchalantly while grabbing a smoking pipe. The pipe was long and curved, with a long hose. "He has a lot of concubines, yet he takes pleasure in making me look like a fool in front of his guests." Kora started smoking the opium in the pipe, her rosy lips puffing out the smoke. "Queens are not supposed to smoke." Aaram added, picking up a small statue of a knight on a table in the chamber.

The room reverberated with the sounds of flesh slapping against each other, Kora’s moans, and Kylan’s grunts. "Hmm." Kylan's wolf growled as they both delved deep into the moment. Pulling him by his shoulders, she indulged in a searing kiss with him. With a final thrust, they both came together. Kylan moved aside and slumped on the bed, recovering from the intense orgasm he had. While Kora dipped into the bed with her second orgasm. "Kylan," Kora called, and Kylan barely responded as he was still lost at the moment. Knowing that she wouldn't get his attention so easily, she grabbed him by the dick, demanding his attention.

As he turned back around, his cock was straight and bouncing in the air with each of his steps. "I think we're waiting on you, Ran," I said, on my knees by the bench. Right before Kiema engulfed my cock with her hot, wet mouth. My head fell back on my shoulders. "Fuck, honey." I slid my fingers through her hair. Held her head steady as she began fucking my dick with her mouth. "That is so fucking hot," Kord said as he lined himself up behind our mate. "I never thought I'd been into group sex. Especially not with other dudes, but damn if that isn't fucking sexy."

I had waited after school to study, I passed this particular class and began to hear moans. When I peeped through the door I saw a girl having her pússy sucked by another. I was shocked that they practiced lesbianism in the school but before I could turn around and leave. I saw one of my teachers squeezing and pressing the girl's bôóbs. He then put his dîck in her mouth and she sucked it like a pôrn star while she was having her pússy sucked. She then switched position and she was the one sucking the other girl now while the other girl sucked the teacher's díck.

Samira whispered, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs, her voice filled with a mix of awe and longing. Ray opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "So are you," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "More than you know." He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and urgent, his hands working quickly to get rid of her blouse. Samira helped, her movements frantic as she stripped off her clothes, tossing them aside without a care. Ray’s hands were on her again, exploring every inch of her exposed skin with a hunger that left her gasping.

I had no idea I was even that flexible. “You’re going to give me one more, Coraline,” he told me in a gravelly voice, looking down at my openly displayed body, heaving and sweaty from his oral ministrations. “Your body’s asking for it and who am I to refuse?” My body wasn’t asking for shit but he lowered his head anyway and closed his hot mouth around my nipple. “Fuck,” a soft groan spilled out of me without my permission. “Tell me you love my mouth on you.” Alessio mumbled while he pulled on my nipple in long sucks and played the other one with his talented fingers.

"I don't want to have s*x with someone like a tree. So if you want me to fulfill what have I said then respond with my kisses." She did not answer him but when he kissed her again she was forced to respond to his kisses. He moaned when he felt her response. Yassi wanted to cry but she need to endure. She imprinted in her mind that she had to do this. Karim immediately took off his clothes while her eyes remained because she did not want to see his face. She just thinks that the one who is kissing her is none other than her husband.

Bending his colossal frame downward, he buried his face deep into my crotch, right against my core—drenched, gleaming, and fluttering with sweet moisture. With sensual, wet sounds of desperate suction and passionate kisses in oral devotion. "Aaaaah! Ah! Taste me! Cherish me completely! Aaaaaat!" Sam-seok's ferocious tongue teased my stiffly erect sensitive pearl, ravenously tasting the sweet nectar of my core, a slurry of oil and female juices. Simultaneously, his hands like cauldron lids swept up, roughly kneading and squeezing my breasts—smeared with oil and sweat—as if to burst them.