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..."

I said slowly, vibrating to my core as his hands slid toward my clit while his fingers started fucking my entrance so well. “You’re fucking wet,” he added, kissing my abdomen slightly. He didn't stop; he kept finger-fucking my pussy while rubbing my clit hard. I couldn't control my moans. They got super loud, really loud, while my eyes kept rolling back. “Oh my God, you’re fucking sweet.” His smile got wider the more he rubbed my clit, and I couldn't control the tears that started to fall from my eyes. I started to mumble, “Hmm... uhm... fuck... Adrian.”

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.

Mona got me so aroused as I watched her sucking me off that I reached climax in less than two minutes. “I’m gunna cum...Oh gawd...I’m gunna cum,” I moaned sorrowfully as I felt the sperm swelling up in my balls. “That’s okay, baby. Give it to mama...Cum all over mama’s nasty tits,” Mana crooned while she pulled my dick down and started jerking me off right between her gorgeous globes.