Mmf Erotica Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter Seven Micah’s POV “Fuck you, Elio,” I muttered under my breath, even as my hand curled around my cock. I was so hard it hurt. Every stroke sent a sharp pulse through me, but it wasn’t just need—it was anger. Shame. Lust. All of it knotted tight inside my gut. And still, I couldn’t stop. He told me to do this. Told me to touch myself like a good little plaything. And fuck, I hated that it turned me on. I hated how my skin burned where his eyes had been. How my body ached for the approval I never fucking asked for.

He could not believe what was taking place. His enjoyment brought a smile on Martha’s face and Fred felt his dick ready to burst through his pants. “I know that you have a foot fetish,” revealed Martha. “I saw you licking my soiled flats earlier in the office,” she added. “Really?” he asked with q deep blush. “Martha, I am sorry, I will not repeat it,” he said. “Do not tell mom, please,” he added. “Do not worry, my lips are sealed,” she replied.

“Mmmhh Marcus… please…” I lost myself in the rhythm fucking my fingers deeper rubbing my clit faster. My tits heaved with every breath my nipples tight and aching. Juice leaked down my ass crack soaking his sheets. The pressure built slowly but intensely after so long without release. I was right on the edge panting and whimpering when the bedroom door creaked open...

He lifted me to the mirror, spreading my p*u**y wide for me to see. You horny little slut don't be late and keep your p***y bear I like easy entrance with my slut . he left me hanging with my panties gone. author pov he left her hanging after making he c** on her self and he calls her names. hmmmm juicy guys know this there is going to be a lot of steamy stuff after the marriage and guys ride with Dennis and Ella to get on this journey don't miss any for it is just the beginning 😜👁️

he demanded, his other hand slapping my balls hard enough to make me yelp around his shaft, pre-cum dripping from my untouched cock onto the floor like a shameful puddle. Once he was satisfied, he withdrew and flipped me again, this time onto my stomach, pressing my face into the tile as he rimmed me savagely, his tongue lapping at my swollen rim before spitting on it and slamming back in. His thrusts turned erratic and animalistic, still denying me release while whispering about filling me with his cum and making me wear it like a badge, the air thick with sweat and sin. Maddox suddenly yanked me up onto all fours right there on the filthy floor, his grip iron-tight on my hips as he positio

“Ahh…! Fuck…! Mmmh…! It’s… it’s so deep…! Oh god… ungh…!” Damien reached around and wrapped a hand around Elias’s leaking cock, stroking him roughly in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation made Elias’s voice crack completely. “F-fuck…! Ahh…! I’m… I’m gonna… mmmh…! Damien… please…!” His moans turned into broken, blabbering sounds as Damien pounded into him without mercy. “Unngh…! Ah… ah…! It feels… it feels too good…! Fuck…! Mmmh…! I can’t… I can’t… ahh…!”

My secret words and my filthy thoughts. Heat flooded my face. I suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “I…I attached the wrong file,” I whispered, voice cracking. “It was never meant for anyone.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I felt the faint heat of his body. “Yet you described everything with such precision. The way my voice would sound against your ears, how my fingers would feel sliding underneath your skirt while you tried so desperately to maintain your composure.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, tracing the rapid rise of my chest. “Does writing those scenes excite you, Freya Laurent? Did your body respond while you imagined me fucking you in this very o

I nodded frantically, moans spilling out loud, uncontrolled. “Yes... oh god, fuck me, Jeff. Deeper.” My tits swayed with the force, nipples scraping the table. Juices ran down my thighs, puddling on the floor. Marcus stood then, moving closer, his chair scraping loud. He positioned himself at the side, cock in hand, stroking furiously as he watched Jeff's thick shaft piston in and out of my cunt. “Look at that sloppy hole,” he muttered, eyes dark with lust. Pre-cum dripped from his tip onto the table.

His thumb rubbed fast, frantic circles over the leaking tip, smearing the warm moisture all over. "Ah! Fuck—! No, wait—!" I cried out, my knees shaking against his legs. "Ssshh I've got you," he whispered, his voice deep and possessive. He sped up even more, his hand turning into a slick blur. The wet sound of his palm sliding over my length echoed in the quiet room, mixing with our heavy breathing. His every stroke was deep, rhythmic, and ruthless, stripping away my last bit of pride until all I could do was arch my back, completely at his mercy.

His head rolled backward, body shuddering from his own orgasm as he buried himself into her—groaning while spilling his entire fluid onto her. WARNING! This is a Mafia erotic content and this book contains violence as much as it contains BDSM. There is so much WAR, LOVE, HATE and OBSESSION. The Male lead is an extremist. Kills without remorse, and of course love without boundaries( Just the female lead.) This book is not for readers younger than 18.