روايات وقصص ضمن Mainstream Erotica

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit adult erotica involving step-family taboo themes, including a threesome (MFM) with stepfather, stepbrother, and stepsister. Content includes intense sexual situations, rough sex, dirty talk. Carlis’s POV I thought we had the house to ourselves. The wedding preparations had everyone running around town, but Brian had me bent over the back of the couch, my sundress shoved up around my waist and my panties dangling from one ankle. His thick cock slammed into me over and over, stretching my pussy just right.

Her hips betrayed her again, rolling up to meet his thrusts, chasing the building ecstasy. He pulled back slightly, eyes locked on hers as he unzipped his jeans with one hand, freeing his cock. It sprang out, thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum, bigger than she’d imagined in her fleeting, forbidden thoughts over the years. “Feel this?” he murmured, guiding it to her entrance, rubbing the tip along her folds. He didn’t enter yet—just ground the length against her, the hot, velvety skin sliding over her clit, up and down, coating himself in her juices. The sensation was overwhelming—his hardness pressing into her softness, teasing without mercy. Claire’s hands clenched on his ar

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

He stepped back, his voice filled with mockery. Azrael moved towards me and slowly slipped the massager inside my hole. I couldn't resist or shake, the strap held my body in place. The moment it turned on, my body seized and a loud guttural moan ripped through my throat. Drool slipped down from my lips as my head dropped. The massager vibrated on my prostate mercilessly, stopping every ten seconds before starting up again after a ten second pause, all while my prostate kept getting edged and denied.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

She was already close; the angle, the depth, the sheer wrongness of it pushing her toward an edge she hadn't expected to find. “You like this, don't you?” He growled. “You like being fucked by your ex's father.” “Yes.” She wasn't acting anymore. “Yes, Conrad. Fuck. Right there.” He reached around to touch her clit. His rough fingers already knew exactly where to press. She came with a cry that ripped out of her throat, her body clenching around him, and he followed a second later, burying himself deep, groaning her name like a prayer. They stayed like that, bent over the workbench. He was with his chest against her back, and his breath hot on her neck, his softening cock still inside her.

On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor. Elena was whispering along with him, “Fuck me harder, fuck my hole,” her fingers plunging in and out in perfect rhythm. She came so hard she didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway at first. The second time was even something else. She was on the living room couch, skirt around her waist, no panties, one leg hooked over the armrest. Two hung studs were spit-roasting a eager bottom on our TV — one thick cock slamming down his throat, the other pounding his ass raw.

Claire and I screamed in unison, our bodies arriving at the same time as we squirted everywhere. The climax left us both shaking and incoherent. “Get on your knees.” Chris commanded Claire and she almost fell on her face as her knees were wobbling. When she finally got on her knees, Chris started stroking himself with his dick infront of her. Jonathan didn’t bother telling me to get on my knees, he just started stroking directly over my pussy. “You want me to come on your face, don’t you, you little slut?” Chris rasped, his voice cracking

"Bend over the desk. Ass up, legs spread." I scrambled up, skirt hiked to my waist, tits spilling out as he ripped my blouse open—buttons pinging across the floor. Cool wood hit my nipples, hardening them more. I arched my back, pussy exposed, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out begging. He stepped behind, rubbing his cock along my slit slow, coating himself in my juices. The fat head nudged my entrance, parting folds, but didn't push in. "Beg for it, Mira. Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy."

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.