Mature Sex Tales นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Some of them were busy with their phones while the others looked out the window, catching a glimpse of the busy city. Taro and his sex mate had started sweating despite the cool air that wafted through the bus's window. A few poles to Taro's bus stop, he dropped his briefcase on the floor and grabbed the girl's t*ts, going inside her faster, not minding if the people around noticed. As he felt his c*m about to spill, he quickly withdrew and tucked his d**k in his trousers, preventing it from spilling in the bus. The driver finally pulled up at the bus stop and the both of them came down.

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

I wonder if she feels the sexual energy I give off? I don't know if it's my awareness of her coming of age, or my age, but I've started having carnal thoughts every time I see a cute young girl walk by with those delicious buns swaying to and fro. It seems when you are young, men are fixated on tits, and indeed, is there really anything more appealing? But, when you get more mature, you start paying more attention to female asses; at least that's been the case with me. Maybe I'm just anal oriented, or maybe because that's a forbidden area of access.

I could feel pleasure from both holes, with two of his fingers in my ass and one in my pussy. He rubbed my clit with the tip of his dick and spread my lips. " No, stop, Jeremy! Our parents are going to find out,” I cried, trying to close my legs, but he pinned me down and placed one of my legs on the cabinet. I couldn’t deny it, I loved what was happening. " Who’s going to tell them? You’re going to act like a good girl and keep your mouth shut,” he said, plunging his cock into me. “Fuck…” A moan escaped from my mouth as I grabbed the edge of the cabinet tightly.

Sasha reached up and played with my nipples, pulling and slapping them lightly while Dominic spanked my ass and pulled my hair. “Take it, you dirty little planner,” Dominic growled. “This is what you wanted. Two cocks wrecking your holes while we call you our cumslut.” “Yes! Harder!” I begged. “Use me. Breed me. Fill me up.” The dirty words kept coming. They called me every filthy name and I loved every second. Sasha sucked hard on my nipples while Dominic fucked my ass deep. The pressure built again until I exploded in the strongest orgasm yet. My whole body shook violently between them as I squirted all over Sasha’s strap-on.

EXTREME CONTENT WARNING This story (especially Chapters 4 and 5) contains highly explicit, intense, and taboo adult material that is intended ONLY for consenting adults 18+ (21+ in some regions) who actively enjoy extreme dark erotica. The content includes, but is not limited to: ● Intense non-consensual fantasy themes (CNC) and total power exchange ● Extreme degradation and humiliating language (very nasty, filthy dirty talk) ● Graphic depictions of rough anal sex, double penetration, fisting, gape play, and multiple forced orgasms

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My nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my tank top, and I shifted on the bed, trying to ignore how my pussy was already clenching, empty and needy. Look, I wasn't some wide-eyed virgin. I'd devoured erotica for years—the gritty, no-holds-barred stuff where the guy pins her down and fucks her raw, knowing every spot that makes her scream. I'd binge-watched p**n late at night, learning the exact pitch of a woman's cries when a thick cock hits just right, when hands spread her thighs and a tongue laps at her clit until she's dripping and desperate. I knew the sounds of real pleasure, the kind that builds slow and explodes hard.

“Sleep well.” I went upstairs fast. My heart beat hard. In my room, I took off all my clothes and got under the covers. I slid my hand between my legs. My fingers found my clit right away. It was swollen and wet. I rubbed slow circles. “Xavier…” I whispered to myself. I pushed two fingers inside my pussy. It was so slick. I moved them in and out faster. My other hand pinched my nipple hard. I moaned into the pillow. “Oh god… yes…”

I swallowed greedily, moaning around his thickness. We collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked mess around 4 AM. My body ached deliciously, pussy throbbing and full of his seed. Ethan pulled me against his chest, hand lazily stroking my ass. “Matilda... that was insane,” he murmured. I kissed his chest, already feeling the stirrings of more desire. He chuckled darkly, hand sliding between my legs again. “I’m nowhere near finished with this pussy.”