Lovely Erotic Novels & Stories

Xavier said as he moaned. His fingers moved to my swollen clit and began making circle motions across the sensitive bud that lay within and sparks began to dance on my flesh where our flesh touched one another’s. My hands moved to my breasts as I cupped them, giving them a squeeze and then pulling tight off my nipple. The pleasure of all the erotic stimulations mixed together made something within me combust and I felt myself once again tightening around his cock and Xavier said, “Yes Love, come for me again.” And that’s exactly what I did as the fireworks once again went off in my head sending tingles to every single inch of my being. Xavier continued to thrust up into me prolonging my high

Beauty’s hands roamed freely, exploring the contours of Mason’s strong back and the firm planes of his shoulders, each movement a silent declaration of her desire. The room filled with the sounds of their intimacy—a quiet symphony of soft moans and whispered endearments. Mason’s whispered promises and Beauty’s delicate responses melded into an erotic cadence that was both tender and unrestrained. Their lovemaking was a secret ritual, a celebration of love that had weathered every storm and now found its most expressive form in this stolen moment of passion.

He did me the favor of not taking off the pieces, just opening them, in case we have to get ready in a hurry. So the frame of my lingerie made my heavy and big breasts stay firm and high. Pablo moaned in approval and lowered his face to the middle of them, sliding from one side to the other, as if petting himself with that voluminous part of me. "I want to do this in your pussy," he said as he gave me an intense look. Everything in me contracted to the sound of uncontrolled lasciviousness. "I want to rub every part of your body on me, so that I can never forget myself. So that it is always engraved in my memory.

it as she thrust back onto his him as he grabs her ass and runs his hand down her back. Loving the way she arches into him. Grabing her pony tail and pulling her head back to kiss her as he drives in loving the feeling of just being with her again after so many years. The feeling they have for each other comes flooding his mind as he pulls out flips her around setting her on the counter slowing down now as he trys too be more romantic kissing her. And pulling her as close too himself as possible. Loving the feeling of her he kiss her and then bites her neck hard for sure leaving a hickey. And she cums hard all over him He almost loses it but manages to pick her back up and shoves her back a

He added impatiently and I wondered how anyone was able to put up with his attitude. “Irene, sweetheart, come here.” I heard Tyrell say, or more like command, before Irene popped up from her seat and sat on his lap. I watched her slide her hair to a side and Tyrell immediately started licking all over her neck hungrily and seductively. I blushed slightly when a moan escaped through her lips but at the same time, it disgusted me that I was about to witness a first-hand soft porn. Tyrell’s eyes turned a shade darker and I watched his fangs graze against her skin before I quickly turned away.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

He withdraws his tongue and holds my crazily erect nipple between his teeth, biting and gently grazing it, leaving me with a dipping heartbeat. I can't help but shut my eyes in pleasure, my fingers still clinging to the desk. I can feel my own wetness drenching my panties, and it is making me crave for him more than ever. I cannot believe that this is actually happening after months of thinking about it and fantasizing about my professor. It feels like a dream, and even if it is, I never want to wake up from it.

Emma lay beside us on the desk, watching with wide eyes and rubbing her clit. "Tell me how much you love your dad's cock," I growled, spanking Lila again. "I love it!" Lila cried out. "Your thick cock feels so good in my pussy. Don't stop, please!" I kept thrusting, switching my gaze between both girls. Emma reached over and pinched Lila's nipple, earning a sharp moan. My balls tightened as I fucked Lila deeper, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room. "More," I said, pulling Lila's hair. "Both of you are mine tonight."

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.