Monica Potter Sexy Novels & Stories

I offered a little resistance in the way of squirming and wriggling in his lap, but not enough to actually break free. I couldn’t deny that my pussy was beginning to throb and pulsate around his eager fingers. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t imagined me doing this to you” he hissed, leaning down so that his face was just an inch from the back of my head “you’re horny, and frustrated, and begging for my cock to straighten you out. I can practically smell it a mile off. You want me, Monica. You want your daddy’s big prick in your tight little hole!”

It was our marriage certificate. My name and Justin’s were printed clearly on it, complete with the official seal. “Let's start over.” I stared directly at Sophia’s rapidly draining face and spoke one word at a time. “I'm Megan Monroe, his legally wedded wife. As for you, you’re nothing more than a thief who wears my clothes and spends the money I nearly died earning.” The room fell silent. The only sounds were the crabs on the floor and the excited whispers of the plants in the corner.

She protested. “You have to, it’ll help get part of your image back, it’ll keep your father busy and also get you more fans” Alessandro replied and she shook her head. “I feel hot right now, let’s talk about something else.. something better” Isabelle said sexily, moving close to Alessandro, her eyes was eating up his figure and her panties were getting wetter with each word he said. “No young lady, until you accept to give to the orphans, there’ll be no sex for you”

We would have lost the argument, then my job, then my flat and then all hope of another man going near me. ‘You may be right about the first three, but number four? Men would be queuing up to travel with you.’ ‘Just for a quick screw – nothing permanent. Not my style. Monica Lewinsky’s life never recovered.’ ‘Monica Who?’ ‘Look her up and let me know if you have a goddess for her. Or maybe Monica counts as a modern-day goddess.’ ‘I’ll look into her. In the meantime, I have another goddess for you. Aphrodite. Research her and see if we can keep your sex-life buzzing. Call me when you are ready.’

Secretly, I want to pull his luscious lips back to me, but our relationship must remain a secret. Too many people already know. I don’t want more to find out. A soft, hearty chuckle spills from him as he leans back upright and glances down at his own script. “I don’t know if I can stop myself and do nothing.” Pleasure rushes through me and my body stirs to life at his deep and sexy voice. My mind races through the various naughty things we can do while working in a secluded corner. There are many dark corners here.

Always flashing those huge tits in her tight uniform, flirting with cops, and acting like she was untouchable. She wasn’t untouchable today. She was deepthroating almost eight inches, spit running down her chin and dripping onto her massive tits. I could hear how soaked her cunt was as the guy fingered her. Eventually the guy noticed us. His eyes went wide with panic. He shoved Monica off his cock and tried to zip up, but it was too late. “Everybody freeze!” I barked. We yanked them both out of the car. His dick was still hard and hanging out. Monica was half-naked, tits out, skirt bunched up, her pussy glistening. We cuffed them immediately.

"And such an eager little girl. I'm going to enjoy this." Chelsea felt his hands back on her hips and then the tip of his massive cock at her entrance. Monica broke the kiss and started sucking on one of her tits as Josh slammed into Chelsea's pussy with one thrust, driving balls deep into her as she cried out, a cry that bounced off the wall in front of her and almost drowned out the rest of the sex noises in the room. Josh slid his long shaft back out and then pounded back into her, his fingers digging into her hips as he drove in and out. Harder. Faster. She moaned, whimpering her pleasure as Monica slid a hand down in front of her to rub her clit. "That's it," Monica said into her ear. "

Or spanked. “What the hell are you doing in here?” Jackson demands, anger rising from the pits of his stomach. Actually, he didn't know whether to laugh at the outrageousness or to rage in fury at the inappropriate interruption. But . . .Her body is all sensuous curves, ripe and delectable in a way that he was much not used to seeing. Monica changed her hair colour after getting divorce. What a waste! In this world, where thin is perpetually in, he has gotten used to what the fashion media calls ‘sexy’. He had supermodels draped on him, and the common man’s masturbation fantasies are now commonplace to his jaded sensibilities. But this flame-haired vixen is something he haven’t seen in a lo

His mouth lingered on her nipples and breasts, at the nape of her neck, tracing a path up her thighs until he began to lick at her pussy. Moaning, she stood there, her hands resting on his head with her legs wide apart, just trying to stay upright as the intense feelings washed over her. Monica couldn't remember the last time anyone had showed such a pleasant interest in her body, She'd always been a sensual creature, and this was the best sex she'd ever had in her life. So maybe wanting to lick her was a little perverted.

"I'm taking it very seriously now.” "Fucking hell, Monica," I murmur. "You're really driving me insane.” Monica pouts. "How so?” I open my mouth to answer, but then she starts to unzip her sports bra. Her tits spring out, glorious under the sun. Covered in a sheer layer of sweat. Her nipples harden in contact with the air, and my mouth waters. "Monica," I say again, and this time she takes off her shorts. The sweet musky scent of her pussy calls to my heightened senses. My cock jumps in my shorts.