Merry Christmas Erotic Novels & Stories

Inside, a man and a woman were entangled on the bed, their clothes completely removed. Some people immediately covered their faces, unable to look any longer. The more timid young ladies even let out frightened screams. My mother flew into a rage. "Charlotte Young! You have some nerve—how dare you commit such indecent, shameless acts! "Drag her out here. I'll kill her myself!" "Who exactly are you dragging out, Mom?" The people in front of me spun around. I was standing at the back of the crowd, stretching on my toes to peer over their shoulders, my expression nothing but mild curiosity.

Nick followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt in her pussy and pumping rope after rope of thick cum inside her. Margarita collapsed forward onto Nick’s chest as they untied her wrists. Both men stayed inside her a little longer, pulsing, kissing her neck and shoulders. Sweat slicked all three bodies. Cum leaked from her ass and pussy, mixing on her thighs. They pulled out gently and laid her between them on the soft rug. The fire crackled. Kris stroked her hair. Nick ran his big hand down her back, over the curve of her ass. “Merry Christmas, baby,” Nick whispered against her ear.

I do—tongue out, lips swollen and shiny, eyes locked on his, desperate and full of need. He comes hard—thick, hot ropes splashing across my face, streaking down my bouncing tits, the last shots shooting deep into my open mouth. I swallow greedily, tasting him, feeling his warm cum drip down my skin and pool between my trembling thighs. I look straight into the camera, cum sticky and warm on my lips, chest heaving, pussy still throbbing and dripping for more. “Merry… fucking… Christmas, bitches.”

he grumbled, delivering a firm, pussy soaking smack to her ass. “Ooooh. Merry Christmas to me,” she moaned with a smile. “Merry Christmas, Mrs. Martins -to-be. Now make that pussy talk to me nicely.” She had no problem doing that at all; that was her specialty.

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her body clenching tight around him. “Oh...Yhhh... Marcus,” she gasped, nails dragging down his back. “Let go,” he whispered against her lips. “I’ve got you.” Nina’s release tore through her: It wasn’t gentle. It was raw, overwhelming and a rush that left her breathless, crying out his name, clinging to him as if he was the only thing keeping her standing. Marcus followed with a low, strangled groan, hips stuttering as he spilled inside the condom. His forehead pressed against her shoulder, breath ragged, chest rising and falling in harsh, uneven waves.

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I drag my nails down his back, bite his shoulder, let my hands claw through his hair. We’re not quiet. We don’t want to be. And when I feel him getting close, I pull his face to mine. “Look at me,” I whisper. “Come with me.” He buries himself deeper, and I reach between us, rub my clit fast and rough, desperate to come again— And when we do, we fall apart together. It’s not clean. Not soft. It’s messy and breathless and everything. He shudders above me, spills inside me, bites down on my shoulder as I cry out beneath him.

she asked, smirking. The passionate charmer rewarded her with a hearty, masculine laugh that increased her desire for him even more. In response, the lust-filled redhead tried to move her hips to get more of him inside her. However, he countered by shifting his weight to keep her pinned and immobile under his beautifully muscular and firmly sculpted body. All the while, he remained inside of her, still not moving… Still hard. “Aaron, for the love of…” “Di, this is the first Christmas that I have my mate with me. I just wanted to tell you how important you are to me by being the first to greet you… Merry Christmas, Cherry Pie.”

My Wife's Dirty Fantasy (6) In the days after that Christmas night out, I couldn’t stop thinking about Grace and Jordan. I kept thinking about how far they’d already gone—him sucking her tits in the car, fingering her in the back of a taxi, her on her knees, sucking his cóck like it was nothing. It was insanely hot, and dangerous as hell.