Momsonsex Stories Novels & Stories

and then when Montoya moorman and Adulf Cain made love, the world is different in between the sheets. Sex lives of humans is like whirlpool with endless querries and stories. Every experience is different and every encounter is memorable in its own way. But there are some stories that sound weird or bizarre but also makes you think about one’s own issues and shortcomings. Montoya wrote in her diary thus:

“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…!”

“This is still hate sex, Marcus. Don’t get any ideas. I still can’t stand your arrogant ass.” He stripped fast, cock rock hard and curving up. “Keep telling yourself that, pretty boy.” He crawled over me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while the other spread my legs. “But this hole doesn’t lie. It’s been clenching for me since the locker room.” He pushed back inside me raw, slow this time, inch by thick inch until he bottomed out. I moaned loud, back arching off the bed. “Fuck… you’re still so deep.”

Taught to Obey: Stretching Her Pussy for the Step-Father The Midnight Intruder: Fucked While My Husband Sleeps The Office Orgy: Taking the Whole Boardroom Stuffed and Satisfied: A Debt Paid in Semen The Step-Brother’s Claim: Marking Her Ass as His Territory The Frat House Slut: Taking Every Cock In Sight Double Penetrated and Degraded: The Maid’s True Calling Pussy on the Edge: Used Until She Could Barely Walk The Master’s Debt: Taking It All From Every Side

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

"That's it, baby. Suck my bull's cock while we play. Make him nice and hard so he can fuck me senseless afterwards." The women grow bolder, Julia leaning back as Harper climbs on top of her. Their bodies press together, big soft tits squishing against each other, hips grinding as they trib and kiss sloppily. Wet sounds fill the room alongside my own gagging as Dennis fucks my mouth with steady thrusts. "Damn, your cuck is actually decent at this," Dennis grunts, his balls slapping against my chin. "Keep going, Griffin. Get me ready to breed your wife again."

The Midnight Contract 2 The hidden door opened into a softly lit corridor that felt like stepping into another world. Rich crimson walls, heavy velvet drapes, and the faint scent of incense and sex in the air. My bare pussy throbbed with every step I took behind Damien, the cool air teasing my slick folds and making me painfully aware of how empty I felt. My fingers still tingled from where he’d sucked them clean. I couldn’t stop replaying the way his tongue had swirled around them—like he was savoring the taste of my desperation.

“Fuck, yes!” David Monroe, gay mayor, found himself captivated. The texture of her, the way her flesh yielded to his tongue, the little cries she made—it was nothing like with a man. It was foreign. And it was arousing. His cock throbbed, desperate for attention. He licked again, more purposefully, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue. “Oh, god, just like that,” Leila moaned, her hands fisting in his hair. “Use your lips. Suck on it.”

But no one knows about the other side of me. At night, when the house is quiet, I hide under my covers with my phone and read the kind of stories that would make my mother faint. Dark. Filthy. Full of dominant men who take what they want. Girls who beg for it. Degradation that makes my thighs press together and my heart race. I touch myself to those stories, whispering things I would never say out loud, and then feel crushing guilt the next morning. I’m supposed to be pure. Innocent. The perfect daughter.

Eighteen years old and already knew she loved huge cocks like my own. I'd make sure she knew what the stretch felt like till she begged for mercy. I missed having a pussy snap around my huge cock. Her mum's cunt was already tired and barely as tight as I loved it. I'd woken up some mornings this past month with my cock so hard it was unreasonable. Lying there in the dark while her mother slept beside me. Thinking about that satin nightwear and those thighs and her big breasts. Today, my precum started dripping before Garnet even knew she was making it happen.