Maid Of Pleasure Novels & Stories

Her clits froze and her pussy tingled and waited for his dick. His tongue really freed lots of juices from her vulnerable tunnel. Her pussy didn't have any odour. It scented so nice. Mary was a very neat young lady and that was what made Prince licked her pussy so we'll like a hungry child. Moans were her new music as part of her felt like slowly dying in the games of the ecstacy. Her boobs were very erect. The sex scene really changed the atmosphere. She didn't feel scared of being a maid in that position neither did she thought of Prince's parents arrival at the inappropriate time.

His ancestors have also served under my ancestors as well. As I was saying, there is a dark secret behind the progress of Marida... Out this city, there is a cave well hidden by the desert storm and in that cave, there is powerful entity or rather god.. Her name is Laila... Nobody knows her origin or how long she's lived... She claims to be the goddess of lust, power and deception... For generations.. She has been the reason behind the success and progress of Marida, in return all she wanted as payment was to spend a night with the heir and ruler of Marida and she wants 100 virgins female, I later found out that she eats their hearts and livers and bathes in their blood in order to keep her

Martha’s hand shook as she drew her card, wine-dark eyes meeting the words: “Climb onto the table. Spread yourself. Let three men eat from you at once.” Her breath caught. Heat coiled low and deep, her body burning. She rose slowly, climbing onto the table with grace that belied her trembling. She lay back, legs parting shamelessly, and immediately three men descended—one at her cunt, one at her breasts, one at her neck. Martha’s scream split the room, a symphony of pleasure and surrender. Fingers dug into the cloth, her mask tilting as she arched, the men devouring her as though she were feast and sacrifice in one.

“Naya!!” —- N A D I N E L E V I T H A N I just got back from overseas when I heard that today is the annual party, and I’m super excited to see my baby again. Oh my God! I didn’t have time to prepare, so I just wore my favorite red sultry dress. I like this dress because it exudes sensuality and allure. It features a form-fitting silhouette, accentuating curves, with a deep neckline. The fabric is satin, enhancing its luxurious appeal, and it has draping details and a slit that adds drama and movement.

It was leaking, flapping wildly in front of him, slapping against his abs and sometimes… against mine when he dropped low enough. I couldn’t look away. My grip on his waist tightened, the other hand trailing forward, wrapping around that gorgeous length of his. Hot. Hard. Pulsing. Liam moaned loud—desperate and high-pitched—and I swore my hips jerked up harder just hearing it. I watched in the mirror as he threw his head back, chest heaving, the pleasure wrecking him. “You see yourself?” I grunted, voice low, gravel in my throat. “You see how fucking good you look getting ruined?”

Like his facial expression when I hugged him when he got him my school necessities. "Ma'am, is boss around?" I asked one of the maid as I made my way upstairs. "Yes but...," I didn't listen to what she wanted to say more as long as he was home. "Marco," I started as I opened his door knob quietly. "I know you're busy but I...." I was immediately taken back by what I saw. A blond pale lady was on her knees on the bed moaning desirably as Marco tied her hands behind her back and his hands on her waist and her blond hair.

They why all my mouth could utter are moans of pleasure and wanting? When he’s completely inside me, he stopped moving and started kissing my lips hungrily like the thread of his patience is just a millimeter at most. I could feel him inside me, truly feel him. This is so new, the feeling, the way this affects me, the way I’m liking having sex with a man not my husband, this is pure pleasure. A Sinful Pleasure. He started pulling out slowly and I cried as I felt my flesh followed the rhythm of his move.

I say and she obliges quickly sitting back on her knees and opening her mouth like a good girl. "I'm going to fụck your mouth, then I'm going to fụck you against this bedpost I say rubbing my hand up the intricately carved pole, knowing it will leave marks on her. She whimpers and opens her mouth wider, she knows now is not the time to speak or I will simply take my pleasure and be done with her. After fulfilling my promise to her I dismiss her, as she opens the door the maid from my office is there on the other side and with a bitter look of jealously she leaves without a word.

A collection that was part laboratory, part temple to pleasure. It was overwhelming. It was impossible. It was designed to make her understand that she was entering a space where sex was science, where pleasure was studied, where her body was data. In the center of the room was the testing desk....long, padded, positioned under adjustable lighting. Next to it was a comfortable grey sofa, the kind designed for observation. "He'll be with you in a moment," the woman said. "Please undress and wait on the testing desk." Then she was gone.

His room door opened and a maid walked in. “The maid will attend to your wounds and once she is done, you should get some rest for we leave at dusk.” The maid walked up to me, took hold of my hand and with a smile beckoned on me to go with her, I stood up to my feet but just before I left, a lady walked in. She looked at me in disgust and went over to Mariano, she sat down on his thighs and wrapped her hands across him as she tried to massage his shoulders. “Ohh Mariano.” She said and looked at me again. I guess she was one of his plaything whenever he is bored. She began to show her seduction skills while she continued to stare at me.