Lit Erot Ica Novels & Stories

He grunted his approval, kissing the place he’d previously bitten. “I’m coming,” she cried, squeezing her breasts. “Please…” He kept his pace, allowing his other hand to sneak into her shirt and her bra, rubbing at her swollen nipple. Lolita gasped, trying to hold her breath as her orgasm hit her. “You can cry,” he teased. “I’m sure the wind would float that away.”

Feeling insulted, Rita gathered up enough strength and pushed Eric away, slapping him on the face in the process. “Don’t talk to me like that!” She hissed, shaking her hand that hurt from slapping Eric’s hard face. “Why? Upset? But isn’t it the truth. You’re just a little dirty whore now. Although I can say you are quite lucky to have someone pay billions for you. But I can’t blame him, you have the sweetest cunt one could ever fuck. Just thinking about it is making me hard,” Eric said as he pinned Rita to the wall again, inhaling her sweet fragrance.

I had gotten the best event organisers for this because I wanted everything to be perfect. The smell of expensive alcohol hit my nostrils and I inhaled. This was for Elena, and it was just for a night, nothing I could not bear. I had worn my vintage shirt and matching shorts. Boys were holding girls' waist and the girls twerked against their clothed cocks. I thought it was strange because many of those people weren't even in relationships. Elena and her friends got rid of their robe gowns and were soon in their bikini and barefoot. They kept screaming at intervals for no good reason but I was glad to see that she was happy and having so much fun.

“Here you go, hungry slut. Bet you’re wet from your gf’s video.” I hit play before I could think. It was Lori again. This time, she was spreading widely with her hands supporting her on what looked like Brent’s bed. She was using a fat, harsh looking dildo(bigger than anything we owned) on herself as Brent was recording. She moaned like she was dying, her tits bouncing with every thrust she gave the toy. He returned the camera back to himself, his monster cock taking the whole screen as he stroked himself, precum beading at the tip.

I got on my knees, facing the camera, making sure the lighting caught every curve. "Morning, honey," I cooed. I stared directly into the lens and stuck my tongue out, licking my lips slowly. I reached up and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them together so they spilled over my hands. "Ohhh, Jimmy. I want you to come home right now so you can fuck these titties." I slipped the straps of my lingerie down and let the gown fall to my waist. My tits were on full display now. I spat into my palms and rubbed my saliva all over my nipples, teasing them until they were screaming.

Then he pressed his hips forward, making his hard, thick cock rub exactly against her hot, soaked center through their clothes. He began to move slowly, a torturous back-and-forth, grinding against her swollen clit with cruel precision. The friction of the fabric against her sensitive flesh was maddening. Larissa moaned loudly, desperate. Her hips began moving on instinct, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of him. Lucian pulled his face back to look into her eyes while continuing the slow, torturous movement. His voice came out hoarse, laden with lust and dominance: “That’s the sound I like to hear from you. Completely surrendered…” He pressed harder, rolling his hips so the thick h

“Not letting you cum is cruel, right? But not as cruel as you denying me what belongs to me!” Holding her body with one arm, he buzzed the egg vibrator to life and pressed it to her clit. “I am going to cum! Please!” she screamed. “Fine! Cum.” Her orgasm rocked her body, squirting over his thighs and the floor. As it declined, Aurelia crashed to the floor, sobbing from intensity. “Thank you for making me know all this,” she whimpered. Lucian returned with lube. It was time. “Get back on your feet, little slut.”

Barely registered when she tilted my face up, pressing her lips against mine. Blood smeared between us, but she didn’t stop. I was too weak to fight back. Too drained to react. She pushed me down, straddling me, her eyes burning with desire and control. But my vision blurred again, darkness threatening to pull me under. I barely felt Lyrita bouncing up and down on me as she let out a loud cry, throwing her head back and scratching my chest. “Fuck!” she cried. Shortly after she found her release and she continued bouncing on me a small smile forming on her face.

I decide to take it a step further, going all out and I start unzipping my skirt a little when he stretches his hand out to me, stopping my hands from moving any further. I feel all my self esteem from a minute ago crumble. “Um… I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” I say, cupping my breasts as I try to step away from his line of sight. “No, no,” he coughs out quickly, “I don’t mean it that way, Lanie.” His eyes blink away from my boobs for the first time, and he looks into my eyes, his expression so earnest. “Then what do you mean?” I ask in a small voice.

The thoughts of his hips moving against her made her pussy wet, and she had to stop masturbating right there. Then came his post on his TikTok account that made her want to have sex with him even more. Jordan's chest was bare, and he was wearing tight Louis Vuitton boxers that showed off his bulge.God, he was hot, looking like a sex god. She touched her phone, craving his body, his skin. He looked so sexy. She imagined him wrapping his legs around her and him pushing his cock into her until she cum.