Lite Erotica Indian Novels & Stories

Like he hadn't made me ride him until my legs shook and my throat was raw from trying to keep quiet. I shifted in my seat. Big mistake. Because under the table, his hand slid higher up my thigh. Fingers warm. Teasing. I nearly choked on my food. "So I told him," Layla continued, totally oblivious, "If you're gonna cheat, at least don't be stupid enough to leave your location on—ugh, are you even listening?" "Mm-hmm," I hummed, trying not to squirm as his fingers brushed against my panties—wet already.

Lena had always known she was different. At twenty-four, with a body built for sin — full, heavy breasts that strained against every top she wore, a tiny waist, and wide, soft hips that swayed with every step — she had never been able to control her cravings. It wasn’t just high libido. It was an addiction. A deep, aching need to be fucked that never truly went away. The moment her pussy got wet, her mind shut off and her body took over. She would let literally anyone have her if they wanted it. Old, young, ugly, hot, married, single — it didn’t matter. As long as there was a hard cock, Lena would spread her legs.

Her thighs spread as she walked to within a foot of the frantically masturbating young man. “Look at my pussy,” she whispered, pulling her delicate pussy lips apart so that he could have a better view. “Isn’t that so much better than that cold impersonal piece of paper?” She stepped closer. “Here, smell…” He bent forward quickly, his tongue lapping at her wet slit and she threw her head back, reveling in the feel of his slick tongue against her clit and her lascivious behavior. Her knees quivered and he put his hands on her hips, pulling her over his mouth, slipping his tongue inside her. Lacy’s moans became louder and her hands went to his ears, pulling him into her heat.

“Yes. Please.” The jeans came off. Then the panties. And Mikayla knelt between Rita’s legs like something sacred. Her hands trembled a little as she touched her — first over the mound, then gently between the folds. Wet. Hot. Rita gasped at the first brush of fingers over her clit. Mikayla looked up. “You like that?” Rita groaned. “You’re fucking perfect.” Mikayla bent forward, mouth replacing her fingers, tongue soft, slow, uncertain at first.

Each boob embracing each other, their n*ppl*s delicately caressing each other in a slight motion. Lolita was a real sl*t, a busty secretary, unfortunately, I never wanted to f*ck her perpetually without changing the taste. Despite her beauty, after jerking, I was thinking about this new office manager–Professor Rita, who suddenly had caught my attention… *******

The pleasure inside him pounded to be freed as he reached his fingers through her braids, lightly tugging, gently gripping as the sensation came down from her head, clear to clit as she squirmed beneath him. The moving of her pelvic area nearly broke him, as he took his other hand, nd lifting her fine tush, pressing her firmly against him as they both exploded. India wrapped her arms and legs around his waist and continued to give him as good as she got. Denver decided he'd truly died and gone straight to paradise. h...oh...India." He moaned out her name; she will be forever in his brain.

He loved to see them moan and cry, tremble and pulse… And now, 3 cute sexy hotties, graced with perfect bodies, were at his service doing whatever he wanted to see, 3 of them: a sultry blonde, suntanned brunette and puffy ginger were having fun in front of him, a blonde was sitting in armchair with legs spread wide and fingers in her cunt to masturbate, while ginger one was lying on her back, and hot brunette settled on her, moving her hips like if she was gonna fuck this slut. Their clits touched one another what made them moan repeatedly, the brunette was kissing her partner’s neck, face and lips, then, very slowly, she moved down her stomach, after then when her tongue touched ginger’s pu

Oh, I smell your sweet arousal and it’s so freaking divine. Oh, baby... lift your butt off the bed and slide your hand over your pussy, over your cute panties and feel your own damp arousal. Keep playing with your breasts with one hand and caress your crotch with the other. Do you feel that wonderful fluttering in your belly... and that crazy craving? Oh, fuck... you’re making me so horny watching you do this. Now slide your hand down inside your panty and dip into that sweet wetness, let your fingers slide over and dance around on your sensitive pussy lips. Yes, that’s it. That is so fucking it. Now slide in your other hand and push your panties down your shapely thighs, now kick them off c

hell no, I sounded like a pervert! Me: Alright, you want to play games? _ TRUTH or DARE. Latifa: Truth or Dare? Alright, I pick Truth. Me: How do you want to be touched when making love? Latifa: 'Lovemaking is different from fucking'. I love it so much when it involves slow stroking, body movement, slow penetration, rubbing off my clitoris, and gentle play on my nipples. I love being held from behind, kisses on my lap, my neck, and definitely not my ear, it turns me off. I want something like that. Hahaha.

He does the same on the other leg, slower this time so it dries while he’s still applying it, raising goose bumps in its wake and shooting a nerve tentacle of plea- sure to the peak of my clitoris. The rising carries on its journey and I fill my chest with breath to meet it at the tip of my nipple before it retreats back to my pussy. He’s on to a brush now. He swirls my Japanese sable bamboo onto the wet charcoal block, round and round until it’s good and swollen with moisture. He bids me to unfurl my knees and lie back like a Vitruvian man.