Novel & Cerita Lustful Stories

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

Love was not part of their vocabulary, but lust was their mother tongue, fluent and unforgiving. As his pace quickened, so did her heartbeat, a symphony of carnal anticipation building to a crescendo that promised nothing but destruction in its wake. They were fire and gasoline, drawn together only to burn. And in that moment, Cathleen understood that there was no recovery from this—only the relentless pursuit of pleasure at the hands of her greatest adversary.

he whispered. He stopped what he was doing. Ever since he tried the starlet he has never again attempted to pay a woman to see if it will make him erect. He thought maybe this would help him. "What, Clay? Are you okay? I'm going tonight." He didn't know how he was completely convinced by his friend but he just found himself with him in that exclusive club. The man is right, you will have a hard time choosing because the women there are all beautiful. The waitresses were almost without clothes either. They seemed to wear costumes that would show a lot of skin. Dwayne really enjoys what he sees.

The new angle made her see stars. “Gonna fill you again, baby. Breed this vulnerable little cunt they think I’m ‘helping’.” His filthy words pushed her over the edge. Lila came hard, her walls clamping down on him like a vice. Kane followed with a guttural roar, pumping load after load of hot cum deep inside her until it overflowed. They didn’t stop there. After a short rest, Lila dared him again. She pushed him onto the couch and rode his face while sucking him in a messy 69.

He held his glistening fingers to her lips, and Rissa, completely lost to the haze of the night, leaned forward and licked them clean, her eyes never leaving his. But the ache wasn't gone; it had only sharpened. She reached out, grabbing his hand again, and guided his fingers back to her soaking hole. She began to ride his hand, pushing herself down onto his fingers while Ronan started finger fucking her with a speed that stole the air from her lungs. "Please... Ronan..." she whimpered, her head tossing from side to side. She was losing control, her moans becoming loud and uninhibited in the quiet suite. Every thrust of his hand sent another jolt through her until she was squirting again, he

Thrust in—hard, deep—one brutal stroke that buried him completely. Lila gasped—sharp, needy. Hands scrabbled on the table, knocking a small candle stand sideways. He started fucking her—long, powerful strokes that rattled the silver vessels around them. Chalice clinked against paten. Each thrust rocked her back—breasts bouncing under the habit, nipples hard and visible through the wool.

Her slick puffy lips slid all over mine, mixing our juices in long sticky strings that stretched and broke every time our hips pulled apart with wet smacking sounds. “Fuck yes, rub that sloppy dripping cunt on me harder Ara!” I shouted, grinding my hips up like crazy, my swollen clit catching and rubbing right against hers with every frantic roll. My thighs were shaking already and I could feel fresh hot juice leaking out of my hole and running down my ass crack onto the crinkly paper on the exam table. Ara cursed loud and raw, her voice hoarse and thick with lust. “You filthy little slut, your pussy is leaking all over mine like a broken whore. Lustfire has got you dripping like a faucet. S

The brunette came on my tongue, the redhead on my fingers, their juices mixing as I trembled, the loft echoing with our cries. The night deepened, the loft a sanctuary of shadows and silk, my body a map of their desire—bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum coating my skin—yet the hunger raged. The women loomed, their breaths heavy, pussies wet again, eyes locked on me with unrelenting lust, ready to seal the ritual.

Her labia were swollen, glistening with the cream she'd been leaking since I'd threatened to punish her in the office. "Look at you," I growled, my breath hot against her inner thigh. "Look how needy you are for me." I didn't wait. I buried my face in her, my tongue lashing out to find her clit. She let out a scream that was muffled by the roar of the engines starting up. I tasted salt, honey, and the five years of repressed lust we'd both been drowning in.

The man teased her breasts with small bites and kisses, making her want for more. He rubbed his thumb on her other nipple, rolling it between his fingers and pinched as Stacy yelped. He smiled against her skin as he pulled away his mouth. Stacy let out a frustrated groan and he smirked at her. He knew that he was making her excited with his each touch and he was taking advantage of it. The man brushed his tongue over his bottom lip in a sensual way as his eyes never left her and she felt the want of his tongue again.