Moaning Emoji Novels & Stories

Damn, girl. I ate maniacally. "Oh...oh....oh..." She moaned between breaths. Next.... Finally....

"Sorry, I just went to the bathroom -" "MONROE WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?!"

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

A moan. It’s low, guttural, a sound of profound pleasure that rips through the forced silence. It's not a sound of distress, not a sound of pain. It’s a betraying sound, a soft, involuntary utterance that seems to rise from the deepest, most hidden part of her. It’s a sound that betrays herself, betraying her hatred, betraying her forced submission, betraying everything she has fought so desperately to hold onto. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second, a jolt of shock and something else—a dark, triumphant satisfaction—rippling through him. The sound hangs in the air, a devastating admission, a terrifying promise.

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.

He didn't know what to say but the way Zach was looking at his lips made him think Zach already knew the answer. Suddenly, the phone lit up again with another call from Marcus. This time, Zach grabbed it angrily, stood up, and walked away to answer it. Noah was left alone in the quiet gym, his heart pounding, dealing with the frustrating ache between his legs.

I let out a loud moan from the stimulation. "That's my girl."

Her gasp of approval and moan of pleasure had me shivering with a greater need to make her moan louder. “Oh fuck! Oh… that feels” moan. “So good.” Another moan. “Yes! eat it good.” If I got any harder than I already was, it would be a medical problem. I was grunting and moaning in discomfort and a need to satisfy my heightening need for release.

Her back bowed as he thrust deeper and deeper, faster and inconsiderately. He is so possessive and such a masochist, He was groaning in pleasure, his groan was warm against her back, that he was really groaning, "owwwnn" he let out, She realized he moaned, He really moaned ! She couldn't believe this, his moan sounds so mellow and baritonous, it was soothing and another pleasure on its own, In the middle of this pain, she realized she made him moan, she gave him pleasure, she really gave him pleasure that he groaned and he became so unapathetic and enthusiastic,

“Don’t you know how to moan during sex?” Moan during sex? Seemingly having lost his patience, Titus grabbed her chin and ordered her sternly, “I’m going to count to three. If you don’t start moaning, I’m going to make you moan for real. “Three. Two—” Before the count of one, Carol heard Titus unbuckling his belt. Then, she remembered the video in Kieran’s office. The woman who had sex with Kieran in the car had moaned like a whore.