Mmf Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

I was ready to take the plunge. I leaned in, closing the distance between us. Henry met me halfway, our lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. Simon's hand moved up my thigh, tracing patterns on my skin. I moaned into Henry's mouth, feeling his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. We broke apart, gasping for breath. Simon's lips found my neck, nipping at my earlobe. "You're so fucking sexy," he murmured. I arched my back, feeling Henry's hands find my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples through my shirt. "Yes…oh god yes," I moaned. The feel of my skirt shifting up, followed by Simon's fingers slipping lower, finding my wetness underneath my panties.

To make matters worse, he taught us about arousals, wet pussies, hard cocks and orgasms in that deep voice of his. There wasn't a lecture my panties weren't soaked through. I had hundreds of written stories about the two of us doing the dirty. You can call me sick, I don't care. He was just too good looking and authoritative to let go of. My laptop was filled with my written imaginations of him making me squirt, giving him blowjobs. Professor Garrett lapping on my shaved snatch and many more. If anyone were to get ahold of my laptop, I was going to get expelled. But i couldn't help it.

[Smiling, he bent over and whispered in her ear. Sue: [Applying the candle flame to the nine patches, one by one.] "In burning these evil devices, I am re-affirming my religious pact to reproduce as much as I can, and to never have sex for anything but procreation. The next time that I make sweet passionate love to my handsome son, I will come to him unprotected and prepared for impregnation." With that little business out of the way, that musclebound, overly well-hung son picked up his lithe, even nubile, MILF mother and carried her to the couch in the living room. It was disturbing to watch. However, to my surprise and relief, she said:

“Mmmph…ahh…fuck…” He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my neck, biting a spot gently, then harder. His thrusts picked up speed. The wet sounds of my cunt taking him over and over filled the quiet house. I didn’t try to stay quiet. I let every moan spill out exactly as it came. “Ohhh…yes…harder…” “...please.” “You want it harder?” “Yes…ahh…fuck me harder.” “...use me…” He gave it to me.

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

She was always updated on the latest sex trends and would find new ways for her and Ryan to spice things up in the bedroom. A couple of times, they’d put out ads online looking for a play partner. They successfully found a unicorn who matched their every description and ended up having one of the hottest FFM threesomes of their life with her. Now and then, she still comes around whenever the need arises. Zoe had never really thought about having an MMF where everyone would make out with each other. Not until Lucas came into their lives and she began sensing the attraction that existed between him and Ryan.

Nagur begged hoarse, tears streaking his face, hole spasming greedy around the pistoning invasion, prostate battered to jelly. ‎ "Not yet, slut," Cassian snarled, pinching the other nipple raw, hips snapping vicious, sinful sounds filling the office as he thrust deeper, balls smacking ass. Sweat poured off them, Nagur's moans shattering into sobs, cock leaking rivers but no orgasm granted. Finally, Cassian roared, burying to the hilt and unloading, thick ropes of hot cum flooding Nagur's guts, painting his insides, overflowing to drip down the thighs. He yanked out with a filthy pop, Nagur's wrecked hole gaping red and pulsing, cum bubbling out in creamy rivulets.

“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.”

Then Mike took control once more, pushing Derek down onto the couch and fucking into his tight ass with long, sensual thrusts, baby oil squelching obscenely around his pistoning cock. Back and forth they went, verse and hungry, switching who topped and bottomed multiple times. Positions blurred—missionary with legs over shoulders, doggy style with ass cheeks spread wide, riding, standing, even pressed against the wall for a few intense minutes. Every thrust was accompanied by dirty talk laced with fading denial. “I’m not gay… but your hole is so fucking tight.” “This doesn’t mean we’re boyfriends. Just two horny married dudes using each other.” “Never again after tonight… now fuck me deeper.

he murmured, his fingers exploring her folds with gentle curiosity. Mia's hips jerked as he circled her most sensitive spot, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please," she breathed, beyond caring about anything but his touch. Alex kissed his way back up to her lips, capturing her mouth as his fingers continued their skilled work between her thighs. One finger slipped inside her, then another, curling forward to find the spot that made her gasp against his mouth. His thumb maintained steady pressure on her, building a tension that wound tighter with each stroke.