Manan Ff Erotic Novels & Stories

The first results were articles with bold headlines: "Damien Cross: The Painter of Desire" "Eroticism in Strokes and Shadows" "The Man Who Turns Skin into Stories" She clicked one. A grainy photograph of a tall man in a black shirt appeared, his face half-turned away from the camera. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that seemed to be staring at something far beyond the frame. He looked… untouchable. Like he belonged to another world. Then she saw his paintings. Her breath caught.

he says. The beast of a man lowers himself so his face is between my legs, his big, grey beard tickling my open thighs as he sweeps his tongue against me. I use my fingers to spread myself, and his tongue finds my clit. He sucks until I cry out, and I buck harder, frantic. User 677 is going to make me come… and he knows it. He feels it. Yes. I’m ready. I’m fucking ready. But he’s not. He laughs as he pulls his face away, beard glistening. “You won’t come until I let you, you understand?”

While I massaged her clitoris, I sucked and licked her nipple. Manu went wild and moaned, enjoying the sensations I was giving her. She reached orgasm with a loud moan, and I felt the wetness increase between her legs. She was breathless, leaning against me. I ran my finger one more time along her intimate area, and she shuddered. I removed my finger from her panties and brought it to my mouth. I needed to taste her, and it was perfect. Manu was delicious! I sucked my finger while she watched me curiously with a satisfied smile on her face.

My skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink, coated in sweat and expensive lube. I had lost count of the orgasms; they had blurred into one continuous, white-hot hum in my brain. But as I looked at the three olive-skinned giants surrounding me, I knew I didn't care. They could fuck every ounce of energy and strength out of me until I was nothing but a memory on these silk sheets, and I would die happy. "Jax," Dante’s voice broke, deep and vibrating against my back. "Pass me the lube. The thick one."

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

Hard and fast and relentless until I'm coming over and over and can't remember my own name. I've been rotating them for a while now. The mechanic when I need to be split open and filled completely. The neighbor's brother when I need to be fucked into oblivion with speed and stamina. Between the two of them I'm finally getting what I need. What my body has been screaming for since before my first daughter was born. My husband has no idea. He thinks I'm just taking care of the cars. Being friendly with the neighbors. He has no clue that I'm getting the best sex of my life from two men who know exactly how to use their bodies.

"I'm going to fuck the voice right out of your throat." I was lost in the sloppiness of it. We were both sweating, our bodies slick and sliding against each other. The room smelled of sex and sandalwood. Every time he hit my G-spot, I let out an uneven, high-pitched moan that probably reached the lobby. "I'm close, Singh! I'm going to cum!" "Go for it! Come for me, Megan! Come for your jerk!" I hit the peak with a violent, toe-curling intensity.

“So tight. So sweet. So wet for me.” I couldn’t speak. Just gasped, moaned and begged with broken sounds. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and changed the angle. Now he hit deeper, right against that spot that made white sparks explode behind my blindfold. I screamed his name. Over and over. He fucked harder. Faster. No mercy. One hand slid between us. His fingers found my clit and rubbed in fast circles. “Come,” He ordered. “Cum on my cock. Now.” I shattered.

Perfect for nights like this. I also grabbed my phone. The secret folder was right there. I opened the video of all three of them playing basketball shirtless last summer. Their bodies glistened with sweat, muscles moving under tanned skin. Mike’s broad chest, Jax’s defined abs, Kane’s powerful arms as he jumped for the ball. Their laughs, their deep voices calling out to each other, it was all I needed. I spread my legs wide, knees bent, and ran the tip of the dildo along my soaked slit. I was dripping already, the silicone sliding easily through my wetness. With my other hand I hit play on the video, turning the volume low so only I could hear.

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.