Lecture Erotique の小説・ストーリー

Her breasts bounced on the kitchen counter each time the man gave her a hard thrust. Xavier arched his back as his head fell backwards, hands moving up and down his long cock. “Ohh fuckk.” He groaned. I stood there transfixed. He looked so hot and the sight of it made me even wetter. I imagined him pumping into me while I screamed his name or be the one sitting on the top of his long cock and stare at his handsome features while he pleasures me. “Fuck..Argh…Aurora yess baby.” He let out a deep growl as he increased his pace, eyes tightly shut and mouth slightly agape, he groaned again. “Aurora…I’m cumming!”

he admitted. He lifted me onto the counter, slid my panties aside, and dropped to his knees. Luca’s tongue was wicked—slow licks, fast flicks, then sucking my clit until my thighs trembled. “Come for me,” he growled, pushing two fingers inside me. I came with a cry, body shaking. Then he stood, pulled his cock out, and slid inside me right there on the counter. It was filthy. Desperate. Perfect. He kissed me hard as he thrust up into me, one hand around my throat, the other gripping my ass.

“Yes. Exactly like that.” His erection pulsed, pressing painfully against his zipper. His eyes roamed over her shamelessly, devouring the sight of her spread open. He had asked for this under the pretense of art, but nothing about the look in his eyes was detached or professional. It was raw. Hungry. Lena shifted slightly, and the movement only made things worse. Damien’s gaze locked onto her core, and she felt goosebumps rise all over her skin. Her body betrayed her, wetness began to gather, subtle but visible, glistening faintly in the soft light.

I felt impossibly stuffed, every nerve ending screaming with dark pleasure. They began to move. Damien thrust up into my pussy while Lucas drove into my ass from behind. The rhythm built into something punishing. My body rocked between them, breasts bouncing, skin slapping loudly against skin. Sweat slicked our bodies. The air grew thick with the scent of sex : musk, arousal, and raw lust. I could hear my own broken moans mixing with their low groans. Every thrust sent jolts through me. The friction was exquisite. Overwhelming.

When he touched her quivering brown eye, his cock hesitated for only a split second and then he moved forward unable to delay his pleasure in possessing her tight back door immediately. Marcy's anus opened with an audible pop and the vampire slid swiftly and surely deep inside. She gasped and jumped at the entry and then moaned in sheer pleasure at the strength of the deep impalement. Gloria was sucking at the woman's nipples being very careful not to touch them with her teeth and accidently get some blood in her mouth. She was afraid of Lafitte's reaction to an unauthorized taking of blood from a human. Seeing how nicely her bottom was shaking with the emotion of sucking at the female human

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

Desperate, I dive into the massive walk-in wardrobe, leaving the slotted door cracked just an inch. The bedroom door flies open. Lucien throws Mireille onto the massive bed, tearing his dark shirt open, sending buttons flying across the floor. His chest is broad, solid muscle, covered in arcane scars that make my heart hammer violently against my ribs. Mireille strips off her tunic, exposing her lace undergarments, but I can barely look at her. My gaze is locked on him as he drops his trousers, exposing his full, brutal length. I slip my hand back into my soaked underwear, my fingers working in fast, frantic circles as Lucien drives his hips forward, burying himself completely inside her wit

Much more. “Greedy girl,” he says, voice gravel. “Been dreaming of doing this for months.” A second finger joins, scissoring, stretching me open while his thumb finds my clit and strokes lazy circles that make my hips roll on their own. I moan out loud, shamelessly, “Lucien, please…, ohhh Godddd…” I shuddered under his torture. He works me open slow, three fingers now, twisting, curling, spreading, until I'm panting, sweat beading between my tits, wrists pulling hard against the silk.

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe