Mary Mouser Sex Scene Novels & Stories

His eyes not once moving from mine as he glided his hands across the naked skin of the woman as she rode him with a need, the sound of their sex bouncing off the walls with the slapping sound of skin hitting skin. I snapped my agape mouth shut the sudden feeling of being flustered and hot. “Sorry, I was looking for the toilet” I apologies quickly spinning on my heels and slamming the door shut as quickly as I possibly could. My heart was pounding and my cheeks flushed so hot I knew if anyone was to see me now my cheeks would be redder than a baboon’s ass. “Maria?” a voice I recognized gasped my name. I lifted my gaze “Damon” I let out looking at the dark haired cheeky grinning man closing a

I imagined being the one bent over, the one stretched open, the one marked by his cum. One particularly intense night, they left the door open wider than usual. I dared to creep closer, kneeling just outside the threshold where the shadows would hide me. From there I had an almost perfect view. Marcus was on his back, Mom riding him reverse cowgirl. Her ass jiggled as she bounced on his cock, her juices coating his shaft and dripping down over his balls. I could see every detail—the way her pussy lips gripped him, the way his thick length disappeared inside her again and again.

A woman's voice moaned out. “Harder, harder, harder. Ouch, I'm cumming.” The woman screamed. “Bring it all in baby.” Marley's lips quivered but no tears came to her eyes. She had been trained to hold down tears. Tears was a sign of weakness. Instead she opened the bedroom door and saw with her eyes what she had been hearing. Mick was on top a woman, fucking her from behind. She watched the most disgusting scene of her life for a moment before they noticed her presence.

The transformation from "Frankie the Frankfurter" to "Future Mrs. Wagner" took exactly forty-five minutes and involved a very confused personal assistant named Marcus, who had been rehired via a frantic, mustard-scented text. Lilia sat in the back of a sleek black town car, clutching her knees. She was still wearing her diner uniform, but she’d been wrapped in a charcoal wool coat Sion had tossed at her. Beside her, Sion was furiously scrubbing his neck with a wet wipe, looking less like a shark and more like a man who had survived a battle with a condiment factory.

A moan escaped me involuntarily. Hearing my reaction, his lips curled into a smirk. Slowly, he massaged my breast, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. Simultaneously, his tongue explored my mouth with a hunger that matched my own. I tried to push him away as I struggled for breath, but he persisted, his lips trailing from mine down to my neck.

Mascot felt his climax building, felt the heat coiling in his gut. "I'm gonna cum," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm gonna fill your ass with my cum." She cried out, her body clamping down on his cock as she came. Mascot followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled her ass with his seed. He collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm. In the moment Mascot's attention was fully consumed by the girl beneath him, the door clicked open. Neva stood just inside, a single nod to the girl with the hidden camera the only indication she’d witnessed the debauchery unfolding on the bed.

My attention was on Christine, the small patterns she decorated my thigh with, her breathing, and even the trace of arousal filtered around us. One portion of the movie held a sex scene. Nothing surprises me with humans parading sexual intimacy on the screen, but it worked in my favor. Christine grabbed my thigh, her breath quickening along with her heart. I could hear the blood rushing through her arteries and my teeth salivated. My cock was painfully hard. It was so close to where her hand lay. My bold beloved gently brushed it with her fingertips. Zeus, help me. Purred in my throat, my claws now embedded into the arm of the couch. A small giggle left her once the scene was over, her nippl

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It took me a moment to realize the reason for my physical reaction. Someone was moaning loudly in the kitchen. I might not have thought much of it if I had assumed it was Mr. Holt and Maleeka. But the voice belonged to Mara. I moved closer to the kitchen door and discreetly peered inside, and my heart dropped to my chest. The room was completely dark, and it was clear they didn't want to draw attention. Mara was on the counter, engaged in an intense encounter as Atticus thrust into her, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.