Milfs Sex Stories Novels & Stories

He held his glistening fingers to her lips, and Rissa, completely lost to the haze of the night, leaned forward and licked them clean, her eyes never leaving his. But the ache wasn't gone; it had only sharpened. She reached out, grabbing his hand again, and guided his fingers back to her soaking hole. She began to ride his hand, pushing herself down onto his fingers while Ronan started finger fucking her with a speed that stole the air from her lungs. "Please... Ronan..." she whimpered, her head tossing from side to side. She was losing control, her moans becoming loud and uninhibited in the quiet suite. Every thrust of his hand sent another jolt through her until she was squirting again, he

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

“Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?” The crude words from his refined mouth made her gasp. She couldn’t answer, but her body betrayed her—her breathing quickened, and she squirmed in her seat. He smiled darkly. “Since you’re so eager for private lessons, here’s your punishment. You will read the entire story aloud while I watch. Every single filthy word. And if you stop or stumble, I’ll bend you over this desk and spank that pretty ass until it’s red.” Lila’s heart raced. Part of her wanted to run. The other part—the part that had written those dirty scenes—was already

She sucks my clit hard while Elena holds my hips still, forcing me to take every lash of her daughter’s tongue. The pressure builds again. So fast and intense, my thighs shake. “I’m gonna squirt again—oh god I can’t stop—” Elena pinches both my nipples hard. “Do it. Flood your stepsister’s pretty face. Show her what a disgusting little fountain you are.” Lila shoves two fingers inside me and curls them brutally while sucking my clit like she’s starving. I shatter. Hot liquid explodes out of me, spraying across Lila’s tongue, down her chin, soaking her shirt. I scream into the carpet, body convulsing, pussy gushing in messy pulses while they hold me down and force every drop out.

He asked, his voice quivering slightly. Mandy who was wincing in pain, knees clamped took deep breaths to calm herself before shaking her head no. “I've had sex a couple of times at school” she finally managed to rasp out. “Turns out you had them small dicks” and with that he drove his waist forward and sunk his full length into her. Mandy's grip on the wooden cupboard tightened and her eyes widened. “Fuckkkkkk!” She gasped, her back arching. “Exactly keep it in baby, we don't want to get caught” he stated and began driving his waist forward. His movements were slow at first but he had other plans.

I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.

Mila rolled her eyes at me, "how many scenarios of us having sex have you thought up?" I shrugged, "enough. Like enough to write a fucking book, Sunshine. So, take your fucking clothes off because I want to taste you before I burry myself inside of you. I’m going for the record here. I’m thinking I’m going to make you cum at least ten times before the night is over." Mila must have liked that idea, because I could smell her arousal, and she started rubbing her legs together without even realizing it. "Now, let’s see that beautiful fucking body of yours." I said huskily. "Either you take off your clothes or I am going to tear them off and ruin your favorite leggings."

Prolonging her grin, she added, “Again, these windows are opaque that no one can see what's going on from outside.” Even as I protested, my eyes were all over her heaving, round breasts. My balls burning, I reached my hands inside her tit–holders and pulled one of her incredible melon out. Before it could sag, my eyes looked at the chocolate n*ppl*s–heavy with the same milk my love had once used to grow her bones. My fingertips circling her silver dollar– trimmed aureolas, I pondered on how to handle the passionate milf. Immediately, my c*ck hardened like steel and my heart raced with memories of how I roughly tackled Lucy in the same situation.

Hale demanded, yanking me off Liam’s cock for a moment so just the fat heads teased and rubbed against my stretched rim. “Tell us exactly what you are and how bad you need our cum flooding your guts.” “Please, I need your cum so fucking bad,” I panted, voice completely wrecked, pushing my ass back desperately trying to get them inside me again. “I’m your secret office whore, just use me, flood my hole with your loads, please.” They kept edging like that, sliding in and out slow and teasing, making me beg louder each time while calling me their dirty little secret.