Novelas y relatos de Moan

Oh you better enjoy it while you can little mate because as soon as you give me the green light I will be the only one bringing you to climax ever again. The moan that leaves her lips has me losing my self control. “Noah. Oh, Noah.” Gulp.

“Yes…, that's my name, Momma. Moan for me.” Nuella’s body trembled, her pussy fluttering with every thrust he made into pussy. “Ohhyh…. God! Daddddy…..” The air on her skin prickled and her eyes rolled backward against her will. Devine thrust deepened, flickering on a spot that made her carve. “Arghhhhh!!!!” The moan ripped out of her throat, half scream, half moan. Her pussy fluttered around his finger, clamping with every thrust he made.

“ Oh I heard her moan, I mean, quite like the sound women make during, I mean, sex...” Tina begins to laugh again. She really likes to laugh loudly. “ Moan? Cute little slave, do you usually moan during sex? You are so interesting.” I blush. Although I do not like her to call me slave, my face becomes red uncontrollably when she mentions me moaning during sex because I really did.

Jane moaned so loud that her body shuddered at the pleasure she was feeling. He entered another finger into her, his mouth still at her entrance, already drinking her c*m. His fingers increased their pace in her, and Jane couldn’t control herself anymore. She buried her face into the pillow, trying to muffle her moan. In seconds, Jane came down from her high, her chest heaving heavily.

“My sweet girl, taking me so well.” A moan slipped from my lips, loud and helpless. “That’s it,” he groaned, his hips rocking slowly. “Moan for me. Let me hear you.” Each slow thrust stole another sound from me. My body clung to him, wet and needy. His control frayed with every cry I made. “Such a good slut for me,” he whispered, almost reverent and filthy at once. “Taking my cock like you were made for it.” “Cassian!” I cried, my voice breaking as pleasure bloomed hot and fierce.

She moaned again, her body reacting, betraying her to him. He clicked his tongue, disapproving. "Don't. Moan." "Why not?" she breathed, desperate. "Because I don't like it," he said, his voice cold with command. "Because it makes me want to fuck you like you're mine, and you're not."

Gritting my teeth I moaned for her in a low huff. “Miss Kang Min I’m going to cum. God. Keep it up.” “That’s it, baby. Don’t let up. Just let it all out.” She said in a low purr of sorts. That sultry tone she took was enough to send me over the edge and I arched my back up towards her, pushing up to the balls of my heels as I grunted in abject pleasure before I grunted. My body felt on fire, and I let out my own

breathe and moan. Don’t give a fuck about who might hear you... you are giving your own body what it needs and it is nobody else’s damn business. Yes, yes... make those fingers work, rub up and down all over your wet pussy, swirl over those soft moist lips, torture your rampant clit, slide that slender finger in deeper. Yeah, moan... and gasp... and reach for sexual heights you’ve never before dreamed of. Oh, yeah... go, girl. Let me hear you moan and gasp. Oh, fuck yeah. You’re doing so well, baby.

“Shut up, you skinny bitch! Can’t you see I’m moaning?! Moaning— Mooooooaning!” I yelled.

There it was. The sound I’d been waiting for. Soft. Barely audible. But unmistakable. A moan — not a surrender of the body, not a plea, but a small, human sound snagged between hunger and habit. It landed in the room like a stone thrown into still water, and the ripples mattered more than the stone itself.