Libro Del Kamasutra Novels & Stories

DAMON His hands spread my legs wider, and I can feel his breath on my most intimate parts. I’m already wet, already aching for him. “Look at you,” he groans. “So wet for me already. Did wearing this lingerie turn you on, little wolf? Knowing I’d see you in it?” “Yes,” I whimper. “Good girl.” Then his tongue is on me and I cry out. He licks a long, slow stripe up my center, from my clit to my entrance and back down. Taking his time, savoring me.

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

She was about to run out of breath as she looked at his suddenly approaching handsome face. She took a step back, with the glass window behind her, there was nowhere to retreat. "These books aren't mine!" She defended. "And whose are they?" "I don't know..." Jeff opened one of the books, only to see men and women naked and folded over each other. Every part of their bodies could be seen. Especially the man's penis, the picture was very harsh. "Don't you like that too?" "Yes, I just like it. What's wrong?" Kourtney decided to answer honestly.

David took one last slow drag, then flicked the cigarette onto the wet floor where it fizzled out. “Good girl,” He growled, his voice low and rough. “Now turn around. Kneel for me. Ass up, facing me. I want to see that pretty married pussy and that tight little hole I’m about to ruin.” My face burned with shame and arousal as I obeyed. I turned my back to him, water sloshing, and knelt on all fours in the tub. My knees pressed against the porcelain, my ass raised toward him while my upper body leaned forward. The position left me completely exposed, vulnerable, dripping, and trembling.

The men moved and guided Camila to the back of a sleek, black car. Lopez, pushed her forward, bending her over the trunk. "Spread your legs, sweetheart," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. Camila complied, her body trembling with anticipation. Van knelt behind her, his strong hands gripping her thighs as he spread them wider. He leaned in, his tongue tracing her thigh before focusing on her clit, his fingers sliding inside her, going in and out with full force that made her moan.

Then she paused and suddenly look at Smith and said in a commanding voice, “Smith, tell Duvier that I will talk to him in the study, immediately.” “Yes, my lady. Anything else?” Smith asked respectfully. “Find me a book called “Kama Sutra”.” “Pardon my lady?” Smith looked at the old woman in shock. “It’s not for me, my good man. It's for my niece. Someone should teach her the ways to please a man.”

My clit throbbed with every heartbeat “Isn’t this what you wanted, Muna?” His voice stayed calm, almost gentle, but the words cut deep. “You have fantasized about me so much you couldn’t help giving yourself pleasure on my bed. I bet you were thinking of me the whole time, pumping those fingers in and out of your pussy. I saw how wet you were. I saw how your body shook when you looked up and saw me standing there. I saw how hard your nipples were, begging for attention, begging for my mouth” He pried my arms away from my chest and pinned them lightly above my head with one hand “I told you I came here to sin. And that is exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to use you however I want while

The elevator doors opened on the 47th floor with a soft chime that felt far too innocent for what awaited Lila Harper. She stepped out on shaky legs, her charcoal pantsuit clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. As ordered, she wore nothing underneath. The heavy, thick weight of her new 13-inch futa cock rested against her thigh, already half-hard and leaking steadily into the fabric. Every step made the sensitive shaft rub against the material, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through her body. Her original pussy throbbed in rhythm, slick and swollen, her juices already starting to coat her inner thighs.

She pulled it out, sneezed once as dust motes tickled her nostrils, and lowered the book on the coffee table. The title was written in cursive gold letters, 'The Art Of The Body'. Clearly out of curiosity, she opened to the middle of the book, and her eyes nearly popped out in pure mortification. The book contained explicit diagrams of men and women in different, erotic, sexual poses.