Minthara Sex Scene Novels & Stories

Misha’s POV We barely had sëx again, yet we were already staying in their five-star hotel’s presidential suite. The moment we stepped inside, I immediately pulled him toward the living room and pushed him onto the sofa, making him sit. I had been impatient for a while now, I wanted to please him badly.

Her heart was going a mile a minute, tightly clenched, her dry mouth battling for control of her breath, as she wore flimsy, crazed nerves. "No more, please, no more!" "Shut up!" "No more! Please, leave me... No more," begged the feminine voice again, manufactured by a terrified, tired, pleading cry. "I told you to be quiet." Carla opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth with her hands. What she saw was the worst scene she ever thought would witness in her life. A guy with fluffy, light brown hair and a bushy but neatly trimmed beard was having sex with a woman he was pinning against a glass and steel desk.

I know she’s getting close to passing out, but I need her to ride the line for just a few more seconds. I work her clit harder, pinching it between my fingers and sending her over the edge. Right as she starts to cum, I jerk her head up and let her inhale a much-needed ragged breath of air before slamming her back down. She screams around my cock, moving her hips in a sexy rhythm as I slide her up and down the length of my dick. Just watching her tight, young body come undone is about to make me cum down her throat.

He nuzzled against her, his lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to her earlobe, where she'd always been ticklish. " Ooh," she whispered. " Ooh! Oh, oh, oh. . . Fu*k." She sighed, as he worked his fingers against the slick seam . . . and then she forgot to pose, forgot about trying to look good, and lost herself inside her own pleasure. Luci watched her squeeze her eyes shut as she clamped her thighs against his wrist and snapped her hips up, once, twice, three times before she froze, all the muscles in her thighs and belly and bottom tense and quivering, and he felt her contract against his fingers.

"Oh my gawd! Fvck! Please....Arghh! You're killing me! Pull out already" that was the moan of a female client as Ryan fucked her brutally. "Shut the hell up, Slutty bitch! You want this and here it is" Ryan scoffed, pushing his whole length into her, She screamed instantly which made him smirk.

Raven knelt beside us, took my hand, and guided it between her own thighs so I could finger her while I licked Lila. Mira’s voice came from the wall, calm and interested. “Harder. Make her moan.” Lila started grinding on my tongue in slow circles. Quinn sucked my clit between her lips and pushed two fingers deep, curling them exactly where I needed. Raven rocked against my hand, already dripping. The wet sounds of mouths and fingers filled the small room. I came first, thighs shaking around Quinn’s head while she kept licking me through it. Lila followed a minute later, flooding my tongue with a broken cry. Raven used my fingers to finish herself, hips jerking as she clenched around them.

I took the scissors with trembling hands, pinched the edge of her thong, and snipped it. In an instant, everything was laid bare for me. A powerful surge of desire erupted inside me. All I wanted was to throw her legs over my shoulders and go at it hard. Maya murmured softly, "Mr. Hill, please help me scratch that itch with your rod." She clearly wanted it badly. If I didn't act now, was I even a man? I yanked down my pants in one swift motion and whipped out my large member, pointing it straight at her.

she says with a wicked little grin. Lara’s hands and mouth are eager and skilled. She kisses down my body, paying special attention to my sensitive 34C breasts before moving lower. When her tongue finds my clit, I moan loudly, gripping the sheets. She works me perfectly, alternating pressure and speed until I’m right on the edge. Just as I’m about to come, she slides two fingers inside me and sucks harder. I shatter, my body arching off the bed as intense pleasure crashes over me.

Her own hand was between her legs, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles over her pussy. Mira’s own hand drifted down, pressing against the damp fabric of her running shorts. She was soaked. The sight, the sounds, the raw, unfiltered sex of it all hit her like a physical blow. Her clit, a small, sensitive nub beneath her hood, throbbed in time with the pounding rhythm from the clearing. She leaned against a tree, her legs feeling weak.

His eyes turned a darker shade, and then he gave a powerful flip, which resulted in thick fluid from both of them trickling down Miren's young thighs. Miren had unexpectedly shifted her position, and she was now violently trembling once more. Miren just wanted to keep on indulging; I was so engrossed that I didn't want to wake up anymore. The sensation of a young body being sexually touched for the first time made me want to continue to indulge.