Manan Ff Erotic Novels & Stories

RUBY'S POV I was barely breathing, my chest heaving from the intense orgasm that had just ripped through me. My body was still shaking from all the manhandling he had put me through. Sameal pulled out the anal plug his fingers teasing my sensitive rim. "Look at you, so vulnerable," he whispered against my ear turning the vibrator in my pussy. The ridges scraped against my pussy walls and my toes curled in ecstasy. He slowly pulled it out and just when I thought it was over he rammed it back in. For a minute it felt like I might have gone cross-eyed. He kept up the rhythm going far deeper than I thought was possible.

Two manicured fingers were buried deep inside her glistening cunt, sliding in and out slow and deliberate, the wet, obscene sounds of her slick folds loud even over the surround sound, while her thumb worked tight, frantic circles over her swollen clit. Juices coated her fingers and dripped in shiny trails down to the leather beneath her ass. On the massive TV, two gorgeous women were devouring each other—tongues sliding through slick, puffy folds, fingers pumping hard and deep, their moans filling the room with raw, filthy need. “Fuck… just like that, baby,” Elena whispered to the screen, her voice all husky and thick with lust. She added a third finger, stretching herself open wider, hips

“I want it inside me again. Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about how you filled me.” “Finger yourself for me,” he demanded while stroking his own dick slowly for her. “Stretch that tight pussy open and imagine it’s me.” She moaned, "Ohhh! Fuck!" as she slid two fingers in. “Ahhh—fuck, it’s not the same. I need you. Your dick is so much bigger. Ohhhh, Luca…” He groaned and began to stroke faster now as he locked his eyes on the screen. “You are so fucking naughty. Look at you, moaning my name while I stroke my dick for you.”

Just then, I connected the laptop to the big screen TV for a better view. Now the couple was going at it doggy-style, her back arched as she screamed for more. I matched his rhythm with my hand, stroking faster. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. I swiped the pre-cum from my tip and used it as lubricant, my strokes becoming slicker, more urgent. "Ahhh... fuck me!" I breathed, eyes closing. "Please don't stop... fuck me harder... yeah... all of you... don't stop, Anna..."

Then he flipped me onto my back, buried his head between my thighs again, and continued even more vigorously. There are eaters… and then there are FEASTERS. This man was a feaster. I was moaning to a level that actually brought tears to my eyes. My body was super ready for him. I wanted to give this guy the ride of his life. But just as I reached for him, his phone started ringing again. HELL FUCK NO. We are not picking that! I looked at him. He looked at me. We both ignored it. Yasss! That’s my man.

My tits jiggling with every movement. He gripped my hips, guiding me and thrusting up to meet my rhythm. The wooden wall creaked around us. His cassock was bunched around his waist and my dress was bunched around my neck too. We were completely exposed in the middle of the church. He reached between us and rubbed my clit furiously. “Come on me again,” he growled. “Let God and the saints hear how much you love sinning on my cock.” I shattered for the third time, my pussy convulsing around him. Father Elias groaned loudly, buried as deeply as possible, and came with a guttural sound.

The sensation filled me so completely that every part of my body relaxed. A satisfied moan escaped my lips. The man froze. I continued touching him whenever the urge struck me. My fingers drifted over his abs and lower, until they brushed against something firm. I frowned and sat back up. "Matteo Valentia, why are you hiding a stick in your pants? It's bulging pretty hard, isn't it?" I felt every muscle in his body tense. I grinned. "Oh, you're not in trouble, mister. In fact, let me give it a good rub!"

Is lust not just the manifestation of animal desire? “Now the sex potion is working on your young white wife,” the Papuan boy said, “We can begin with the fucking.” The six now totally naked Papuan men approached the sex bed. All paid homage to the naked young white maiden as they brandished their erect dark cocks in their hands. The thirty-year-old Papuan with the impressive long but thin cock told Emma to stand up off the bed. Without question, in a sex slave mode, Emma did. Long dark cock lay on his back on the bed, his rampant slender phallus pointing to the moon. I knelt beside the bed to get a silhouette of his erect dark cock against the white moon.

As soon as Erika arrived at the mansion, one of the servants led her inside, and after showing her the way to her master's room, he left. By this time, Erika was completely red, her hand was shaking and her skin was sweating. Due to the side effects of having combined different aphrodisiacs. The woman entered the man's room and was not surprised to see him sitting on a leather piece of furniture next to a bed, with his member fully erect in a vigorous manner. Chad, raised his hand and motioned for her to come closer, Erika locked the door, and as Chad had asked her to do, she approached him. The man, smiled at her as he said. -I see you came prepared, I can see the need you have, the carnal

“Put it in him!” Shaking herself back to reality, Fia saw what was expected of her and pushed forward with her hips. It felt wrong. The motion wasn’t right. Fia had had plenty of sex, but doing it as a man felt wrong… off… incorrect… a violation of norms. It was still fascinating to see her fake cock disappear up Adrien’s ass. “Fuck,” he moaned. Fia proceeded to grind her hips back and forth.