Lewd Henti Novels & Stories

I’m the birthday whore tonight, twenty-five today, and I decided the only way to celebrate properly was to throw the filthiest, most depraved bisexual orgy Rio de Janeiro has ever seen. This penthouse in Rio is about to become a war zone of cum and screams. The second the door clicks shut, THE FOUR GODS walk in: Filou in a black tank top , his black horse-cock swinging like a weapon; Maximo shirtless, veins popping everywhere; Alfie blond and smirking, abs carved; Malik silent and tatted, dick print so huge it looks fake. Behind them my two favorite sluts: Luara, thick caramel Brazilian ass, and Melissa, fake tits bouncing, clit piercing already glistening.

Hilda, a voluptuous 34-year-old woman, had always been drawn to the darker, more taboo aspects of sexuality. She had spent years exploring her desires, pushing boundaries and indulging in the forbidden. Her two closest friends, Beatrice and Clarissa, were kindred spirits – both equally curvaceous and adventurous.

The cozy suburban home of your best friend Mark is quiet midday, since Mark and his dad Tyson are out visiting old friends at a gay bar and staying there for a few days to catch up. You swing by with the spare key to grab your forgotten laptop from Mark's room, packed with explicit hentai videos and pornographic images of busty milfs getting railed by massive cocks, creamy cum shots dripping from stretched pussies, tentacles fucking every hole.*

It was a sexually charged serpentine dance of lovers. “Gosh, I love this,” said Hycinth who was watching us and masturbating too. I grabbed my boobs and fondled myself as I continued to ride Lola. She was matching my speed and hanging onto me like a leech. “Oh, yes. Keep it going,” said Hycinth. He was working his cock furiously, looking forward to his orgasm. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!” Lola begged me. Her hands were on my hips and she was controlling the speed of our fucking now.

Hayden teased as he smiled down at me. I curled my fingers upwards and began thrusting in and out harder and faster, rubbing my fingers against the rough patch of my G-spot just the way I knew made me feel good. I can’t believe I’m doing these lewd things in front of Hayden. I could feel his burning gaze on me as he watched my pussy, my breasts and my erotic face.

I was whimpering and grinding my soaked panties against nothing, losing my mind with pleasure. Mark’s hand slid down and rubbed my silk-covered pussy. “Fuck, she’s absolutely drenched,” he told Angie. “Her cunt is leaking all over these panties.” Angie stood up beside the bed, right in front of my face, and slowly peeled her black panties down. Her hairy pussy was right there — dark curls glistening with her arousal, plump lips puffy and parting, her swollen clit peeking out. The musky scent of her hit me and I licked my lips involuntarily.

Dante helps him walk. Annoyed, Lily followed to the room. When Dante got the man to bed, she shoved him away again. “I’ll wipe him and change his clothes as well, so you can leave now.” “Are you the husband to do that?” Dante asked the woman arrogantly. “Jerk, are you gay and you want to do what a woman should do?” Lily also asked the man insultingly. Dante smiled instead of being insulted. “Maybe you forgot that Young Master has a husband, yeah?”

Layla gets up and looks at my cock like she has never seen one before. "-May I touch it? Layla asks curiously. -Of course, you can. Do you know what this is? -Umm… No… I have never seen one." Layla replies, touching my cock and making it get as hard as possible. While Layla was touching my dick, I explain to her that I am a futanari, gifted with both a pussy and a dick. She is mesmerized by my dick and keeps playing with it until I ask her nicely to stop.

The girl does precisely as she is told, without arguments or words. She saunters to the bed, climbing on all fours. Her thong rides up the crevice of her backside, leaving nothing to the imagination. She’s already wet and waiting, and Hati’s more than happy to oblige in this department. Clothes fall from my body as he pants in anticipation, the sound odd for a human to make, but it’s very normal for him. Once the barrier of clothes is eliminated, he rears behind her, leaning forward to smell her juices and swipe my tongue along her lace-covered slit.

I spread my legs wide on the marble island, the red net leggings and matching panties leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. His eyes naturally fell to the junction of my thighs, and I saw his dick cocked to one side of his trousers, a wet patch of precum already staining on the expensive fabric. "You're leaking, sir," I teased. "Is the view that good?" "Come here," he rasped. "Please."