Liv Morgan Sex Novels & Stories

She felt him pull out of her and knew that he was close, he rubbed himself off and came on her back, his hot semen splashing on her skin. The camera man zoomed in on their faces one last time before he stopped filming. Lena Morgan wiped the sweat off her brow and smiled faintly at the camera lens still pointed her way. The man she’d just performed with disappeared into his changing room without a word, and she didn’t mind. It was always like this—no names, no affection, just bodies and angles and chemistry that could be bought and sold. She stepped off the set, her bare feet padding against the cold studio floor, and made her way toward the changing room. Behind her, the cameraman lingered w

Morgan growled, ramming his cock into me in long, fast strokes. My hot box crushed down on it, clenching his thick length as I continued to scream all the way through it. As he wrecked me, he made sure I saw every bit of my expression in the mirror–the loud moans, painful screams, and silent whimpers. I shamelessly watched myself doing all of it, and it didn't feel really good. Each time he made a thrust, I felt my walls wrecking from the inside. Morgan eventually noticed I couldn't control myself, so he placed a hand on my mouth to muffle out my screams.

Pearl replied, and Rebekah laughed, but it was short. Axel is still ghosting her, and it's not making sense anymore. Is he supposed to keep malice this long as a guy? Lizzy has been quiet, so Morgan peeked at her and saw her pressing her phone. There's a picture of a vibrator on the screen. "Are you going to order that? It's big! Will it fit inside you?" Morgan chirped. "Who knows? I like big things" Lizzy replied. "Damn!!!" Morgan shouted, and Lizzy rushed away.

Morrigan's face leaned closer to Colfre, her breath warm and minty. Her scent of lavender is like the scent of spring and home. Lingering in Colfre's senses as her hand caresses his cheeks. Colfre stiffened under her touches. His hands clenching by the door of his chambers. Keeping himself composed under Morrigan's alluring touches and sweet voice. "Promise me that you will come back alive." Morrigan's voice is hushed as her nose brushes on his skin. Sending shivers to his body, every hair in his body rising. His jaws clench. Colfre could feel his heart hammering inside of him as Morrigan's hands slowly crept on his nape and hair.

He approached Morgan, the blade ready to strike. "I don't know who you are. Why are you doing this?" Morgan asked, panic rising in his throat as the blade approached his face. "Are you sure?" Liam inquired, pressing the blade against Morgan's skin, causing a superficial cut that soon began to bleed. Morgan groaned in pain, his eyes wide with terror. "Yes! Please! Where's Hanna?" he begged, his breathing heavy and irregular. Liam paused, frowning. "Hanna? Your wife?" he mocked. "I have your mistress, Danica. The one you care about enough to introduce to your son."

In a deserted mansion, I was alone with my enemy. "If you want, I can hear your complaints. I hope I can help with your problem." I looked down sadly and cried again. I felt Vero pulling my hair lifting my face violently. "Noisy!! Too much drama. Tell me about last night quickly." "It's complicated. That night, after I got a photo of Kinan kissing a man, I don't know why my body felt like I wanted to go to a gay Bar. I saw there was a lot of happiness there. Then, I had a drink and the waiter offered me a one-night stand with a man. He gave me the key to the room. In the room, I immediately hugged him tightly. The hug he gave really made me peaceful. After that, we had sex and I became the b

Can you send me a picture of your tits? Lucien’s hands tremble around the phone as he swipes up and see other messages of them discussing their sex escapades. The air-conditioned room suddenly feels so suffocating. His head is clammy…. and he blinks several times to be sure he is seeing correctly but when he snaps his eyes open, the message can’t be more clear. His mate is cheating on him? How is that even possible? But… Morgan wouldn’t have done that right? The bathroom door flings open and Morgan steps out, naked. “Babe where is the towel—“

But the sight of her stepbrother's cock pounding her stubborn daughter's pussy made her body heat up. She dropped her empty basket on the floor quietly, cupping her breasts while watching them fuck like rabbits. Morgan leaned back, grabbed Tiana's tits, and raised her off the counter. His hand played with her boobs, pinching and squeezing while he jerked his hips at a rapid pace, slamming his thighs against her ass. Tiana screamed, her orgasm drawing even closer. Morgan's cock had found a sweet spot that he constantly hit with each thrust and it drove her crazy. "Yes," Lily found herself whispering. "Fuck her good. Fuck that nasty girl, she had it coming."

She has had sex but nothing that erotic, his tongue was running in between her asscheeks and she couldn't help moaning. "J-John…mm" Morgan moaned with her eyes gently closed. His sucking of her cunt made her aroused, she needed him inside her. He stopped and she felt the tip of his cock in between her parted asscheeks, she wondered how he was going to fit into her. He used his hands to widen her legs and slowly penetrated her ass. Morgan closed her eyes tightly and took her lips in to prevent any other sound from coming out of her mouth. He massaged her asscheeks with hands as his cock fully entered into her.

I put my foot in the door, preventing it from closing completely. “Don't be rude, Miss, or I'll punish you for it today.” I licked my lips, watching her from head to toe, anticipating the pleasure of punishing her the way I had planned. “What do you really want from me, Mr. Morgan?” Lis was serious, her brown eyes fixed on mine. “Do you think you can play with me whenever you want, that you can get bored and go hunt other women, and when you're done, come back here and use me? I'm not one of your models.”