Mature Ffm Novels & Stories

I don’t know what to do now, I just want to enjoy all of it. “I… I can’t breathe.” This is too much for me, I know its not the first time we have sex but this is the first time I’m aware of everything. I know where his hand, playing to my breast; his lips nibbling my ears and his hips keep trusting inside me. “Just moan, keep moaning for me… Ugh! So tight.” he pulled my hand and made me face the bed, “raise your hips,” he commands. I did it without complain, I raise my hips until my butts touch his hard manhood. “Ahh!” I gasp when he suddenly smacks my ass.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

I always thought the hot sex scenes were only in my dirty books, but with a mate like Matteo I get the live action version of my books. I can feel myself close to my orgasim as I move my hips to Matteo’s fingers rhythm. I can tell Matteo is also close to his release and I have a feeling this is only round one of the evening. My walls clench around Matteo’s cock as I moan into our wild kisses. Matteo finds his release shortly after me. We settle for a moment catching our breaths.

************ Mature Content Ahead (bxb) Deep moans and groans of painful pleasure, as well as slaps of raw flesh, could be heard in a dim cold room that evening. A gorgeously built man hovered over the beautiful pale skinned moaning man, his alluring thin lips sporting an arousing seductive smile as he thrust his enormous hardness into the man beneath him with an unstoppable force. He threw his head back and closed his eyes while trying his best to breathe steadily. His long white purple hair was strewn across his powerfully muscled back, with a few strands sleeping on his forehead thanks to sweat glistening on his head and body as he thrust with vigour into the other man.

I typed fast, pulse already hammering. First search: amateur gày blowjob compilation. Too soft. Skipped. Next: raw breeding bareback. Closer, but still not it. I muttered under my breath, scrolling thumbnails. “Come the fück on… give me something filthy.” “Rough gày dom/sub… no, too staged.” Cursor hovered. “Fück, prison shower scene? Lame.” Clicked anyway. Watched ten seconds of bad lighting and fake grunts. Closed the tab. “Shít. Useless.”

I want someone I haven’t met before to be my mate I said, talking to myself. My mind spun as thoughts tumbled around half-formed as I pinched my eyes shut, thinking it would help me fall asleep. I tried to ignore those thoughts, but they persisted. I wish my mother could be here to witness my coming-of-age ceremony tomorrow. I miss her so much because she was the only person who truly loved me. I bit my lower lip to keep me from crying. Stop thinking. Stop thinking.

“That’s it, Delfina, take my cock like the good girl you are. Oh, you’re so fucking good, aren’t you?” Furio Matrone was giving it his all and she knew it from the raspy breathing and the heavy panting. The sound of flesh on flesh, whipped around them. The windows steamed and the hot musky scent of sex and sweat clung to the air. This wasn’t a quickie. This wasn’t a two-minute hump and dump as Caprice coined not so long ago. This was a man on a mission to prove he could do what she swore she hadn’t been able to do on her own and fix her fear.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. Matteo was sitting in his big leather office chair, shirtless again, pants pushed down just enough. His hand was wrapped around his cock—thick, hard, and so much bigger than I expected. Long and veiny, the head dark and shiny with precum. He was stroking himself slow and steady, eyes half-lidded as he watched the laptop on his desk. The screen showed a man fucking a younger woman from behind. She was on all fours, moaning loud, pushing back against him while he gripped her hips.

“Unngh…! Ah… ah…! It feels… it feels too good…! Fuck…! Mmmh…! I can’t… I can’t… ahh…!” Damien leaned over him, biting his shoulder as he fucked him even harder. “That’s it. Let me hear you. Moan for your stepbrother like the needy little slut you are.” Elias couldn’t stop. Every thrust dragged another loud, desperate sound from his throat. “Ahh…! Mmmh…! Fuck…! Damien…! Harder… please… unngh…!” His voice was wrecked, his moans getting louder and more incoherent the closer he got. He couldn’t even form proper words anymore, just desperate, blabbering sounds as Damien ruined him.

Mr Collins stuttered. I was amazed at how he stuttered. Who would ever thought he would be afraid of someone. He bowed slightly that anyone who didn't pay much attention won't notice but what amazed me more was Carmen. I'm sure I heard her say " MATE"in a low voice I've never heard her before. What did she mean by" Mate"? I guessed I'll ask her after school.