Novel & Cerita Mc Steamy Greys Anatomy

Pre-cum smeared her skin, sticky and warm, while her moans turned to gargled pleas around the cock in her throat. They piled on—hands groping, cocks swapping holes. One knelt to lap at her stretched pussy between turns, tongue flicking the pump's edge, the salty tang of mixed sweat and juices making him groan. Mia's mind fractured: *So full, can't think—want their cum everywhere.* Tension coiled endless, her body a sweat-slick fuck station, lockers creaking under the onslaught. Orgasms teased at the brink, denied by slaps to her ass or yanks on the nipple chains, the weights clanging like alarms.

Her body shaking and falling forward as she orgasms, his hips moving faster. "I want that floor wet Kitty, I want to see just how much you love when I do this." Anaya tries screaming as she orgasms, his hand holding her head against him as she struggles to breathe. His hips starting to move again. The vibrations from her moans, sending him closer to the edge. Anaya's body growing more tired as she keeps having orgasms. The orgasms slowly turning painful as Marcus's hips speed up, his hand holding her head against him as he cums.

He slid two thick fingers inside me, pumping slowly while Nurse Mia leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into her mouth, biting gently. I moaned, arching off the table. Nurse Mia lifted her head and whispered against my breast, “Be a good girl and let the doctor examine you properly.” Dr. Blackwood added a third finger, stretching me open while his thumb worked my clit in firm circles. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet room. “Such a greedy little cunt,” he growled. “But fingers aren’t enough tonight.” He removed his gloves and unzipped his pants, freeing his thick, veiny cock. At the same time, Nurse Mia stripped off her uniform, revealing her perfect body and perky breasts.

So I follow Grey’s thrusts. My walls spasm wildly around him. And I can barely breathe through the pleasure as another orgasm tears through me, which leaves me shaking uncontrollably. Grey lets himself explode. His thrusts lose rhythm, his breaths strain, and his body hardens as I milk him dry. Now weak and shaken, we collapse on the floor for several minutes, with our heavy breathing and our beating hearts being the only sounds we hear. “That was… intense,” I say. “I think you need birth control pills now,” Grey notes, and I giggle. “Think you can walk?” he adds with a smirk.

My eyes rolled back, tears spilling down my cheeks from the intensity. He didn’t turn it off. The overstimulation hit immediately. I writhed, sobbing against his hand as another brutal climax built right on the heels of the first. “Too sensitive, please, Marcus, please turn it off! I can’t take it, ahhhh! Fuck, fuuck, fuuuuck!” My voice was hoarse, broken into desperate, filthy moans. “You’ll take it,” he said calmly, stroking my tear-streaked cheek. “And you’ll thank me for it.”

Vanessa moaned with intense passion as she rubbed her cl*t, enjoying the sensation his fingers brought. Mason quickly pulled off his shorts. His d*ck was literally the hardest of that shape in the room. Vanessa lifted her leg and Mason set himself in front of her p**sy, his d**k pointed directly at it and he rubbed it at her entrance. Gradually, he pushed the long d**k inside, enjoying every bit of the warm p**sy. He gripped her thighs that hung in the air and pushed himself in and out of her. They closed their eyes, moaning, but were immediately interrupted by the sound of the car that pulled up in front of Mason's house. Mason looked out the window and his heart skipped beats as he took in

I cumed in her pussy groaning loudly. I stayed inside her for a long time, my body covering hers, my breathing ragged. I could feel her trembling beneath me, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her own pleasure. Finally, I pulled out, my cock soft and wet. I watched as my cum started to leak from her stretched hole, a white trickle running down her thigh. It was a filthy, beautiful sight, and it made my chest tighten with a strange emotion I couldn't name.

Warm streams ran down her stomach, soaked into the open robe, dripped onto the floor between their bare feet. Stacy gripped the counter behind her, knuckles white. Her hips rocked forward on instinct, pressing her mound against the hard ridge of his thigh. She ground there shamelessly—slow circles at first, then faster—using the friction of his leg through thin fabric while he drank. Milk sprayed when he pulled too hard; it hit his cheek, his chest, painted glistening trails across her skin. The wet slap of her grinding mingled with the soft gulps in his throat.

Christian Her desperate cries of her wanting me to indulge further in fingering and mouthing her was something that turned me on further. I could already feel a tip of my precum coating the head of my dick. And when she shamelessly begged, “Please Professor Grey….please suck on me…” her head twitched, staring at me with the swirling pleasure spurring in her brown eyes. My manhood twitched with excitement like I didn’t just masturbate and cum twice in the bathroom. Slowly I rose from the bed, denying her from her release, and I watched how her body twisted with wants. But I wasn’t going to hand it to her that easily.

He gasped and I felt his hot sperm squirting onto my tongue, then filling my mouth. Of course I had tasted my own sperm often enough after masturbating so I knew what to expect, but it still felt incredible. I threw my head back, letting the semen run down my throat, and as Tina gave my cock a last good squeeze I came, opening my eyes in time to see my own sperm spurt onto her leg. We all realised without saying anything that that was it for the night. Greg wrapped a towel around his waist and, saying he thought we all