Milf Erotic Story Novels & Stories

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

“Do you want to come?” “Yes,” she panted. “Please.” The sound of Mila begging gave me a fucking rush that rivaled any drug on the market. At least, I imagined so. I’d never touched a single narcotic in my life. I nipped her shoulder and said, “Such good manners,” before sliding my hand between her legs. She bounced on me, taking me in with lazy strokes, while I rubbed her clit. Her sounds were pushing me to the edge. So much soft skin and hair. It was all fucking over me.

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

I begged. Killian gripped my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin as he sucked my clit into his mouth, giving it a sharp tug. Sinbad removed his hands from my breasts so he could use them to spread my ass cheeks wider while he used his tongue to draw wet circles over my asshole. I couldn't take it anymore. I exploded. My juices sprayed into Killian's mouth and across his cheeks, my body shaking so hard I would have fallen if Sin wasn't holding me up.

I gasped, my hips lifting off the bed. “Please,” I begged. “Please, Julian.” “Please what?” he asked, his voice a low tease. “Touch me,” I sobbed. “Please, touch my clit.” He chuckled. “As you wish.” The ice was replaced by his mouth. Hot, wet, and impossibly talented. He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it in a relentless, delicious rhythm. At the same time, I felt his fingers at my entrance, sliding inside me, one, then two, curling to hit that perfect spot deep inside.

Mila gave a little chuckle, and said, "If I didn't know better, I'd have to believe that you've thought about this before." "Oh, God, yes!" Marge replied. "Did you ever tell your husband?" Mila asked. "Did you ever tell George that you wanted to make love with another woman? That you wanted to eat a nice wet pussy?" "Oh, yes!" she answered. "That's why we're here!" "Oh, I love it when couples can share their fantasies!' Mila said. She kissed her, again, and added, "And I'm so excited to be part of yours!"

“Oh god… fuck me, Mr. Collins… please! Give me your cock!” My fingers moved frantically, curling and thrusting while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. I was so close, moaning shamelessly now. “Yes… deeper… fuck your little virgin, Mr. Collins!” The bedroom door suddenly creaked open. Ria stood there in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top, arms crossed, an amused smirk on her lips as she watched me finger-fucking myself desperately. “Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.”

He didn't hesitate, his mouth leaving my breast as he trailed hot kisses down my stomach until he knelt before me, his tongue parting my lips. I gripped his hair tighter as he licked me in broad strokes that circled my clit before taking his hot tongue inside me. My knees buckled, but Gerald was there pressing his chest against my back, his hands cupping my breasts from behind, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me cry out. "You like being watched, don't you, Mimi?" Gerald's raspy voice in my ear. His cock pressed against the small of my back. "You like having two men worship you."

My pussy clamps on Milo’s fingers in spasms, and I can feel myself soaking his hand. My legs give out, and Theo catches me by the waist because my body has stopped being anything other than a thing that is cumming on her bully’s fingers while his friends hold her up. The shame hits while I’m still pulsing. I came in under a minute. How pathetic that is. Milo pulls his fingers out, dripping, and puts them in his mouth while looking me dead in the eye. ”She came under a minute. And she’s been telling everyone she hates us.” He sucks them clean. “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”