Mormons Soaking Porn Novels & Stories

My face was pressed hard against the cold fake stone of the altar, cheek scraping the rough surface with every brutal thrust from behind. The monster had my hips lifted high, knees barely touching the slab, my ass tilted up like an offering as he pounded into me hard. His thick cock slid in and out of my soaked pussy with wet, obscene sounds, his previous loads making everything sloppy and loud. Thick streams of his cum dripped steadily from where we joined, running down my inner thighs in warm rivulets, soaking the shredded remains of my white stockings and pooling on the altar beneath me.

The moan jarred me out of my thoughts. At first, I thought it was my mind playing tricks, Finn’s disgusting video haunting me again. But when the moans echoed louder, I realized they weren’t from my head. My eyes moved around the room, searching for the source, until they landed on the big-screen TV mounted on the wall. My jaw dropped. A p**n video played, vividly displaying a man settled between a woman’s thighs, devouring her like she was his last meal, worshiping her body with a kind of reverence that made my breath hitch.

My thumb pressed on my clit, rubbing side to side. It wasn’t enough. I needed visuals. Grabbing my phone from the side table, I opened the PornHub app – my guilty pleasure when words weren’t cutting it. I searched for “solo squirt” and picked a video of a curvy brunette going at it with a vibrator. I propped the phone against the book, volume up high. Her moans filled the room – loud, unashamed. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum… watch me squirt…”

. “She’s not bad, she had a unique charisma and beauty.” Joshua though maniacally He started pulling down his pants and while he looked at the naked photo of Karen. He hold his d*ck and trying to wake him up. When it got hard and angry he started pulled it up and down again and again. “Oh, fuck! She so hot I want to jerk her off into a popsicle mold,” “Then she will gonna have a deep throat my d*ck and freeze my cum into her mouth. “ “Oh man, she’s f*cking sizzling hot!” “I’m gonna f*ck her asshole, with butterfly style!” While masturbat*ng, Joshua felt the thick floods that flowed down his pen*s veins. “Oh, holy shit! f*ck!” a viscous liquid burst into Joshua’s tube causing him slo

“Mmm, fuck.” I wiggle my ass again, bracing myself against the shower wall. Gavin lines himself up with my entrance and pushes in slowly. “Oh, fuck daddy. You are so big.” I moan. “And you are tight as fuck.” Gavin growls, as he pushes the rest of the way in. Gavin pulls out just as slowly, and thrusts in hard. Making me gasp. “Oh god.” I moan. Gavin starts thrusting in and out of me, hard and fast. One of his hands slide around to my front. He starts rubbing my clit in slow circles, making me throw my head back in pleasure. I’m a little embarrassed by how quickly I feel my orgasm building.

The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over her bare skin. A soft moan slipped from her lips as she slid two fingers beneath the lace, circling her swollen clit. On the large TV mounted on the wall, the video played loud enough for her to hear every filthy word. “Daddy’s little girl has been so bad today,” the deep male voice growled from the screen. “Look at that wet pussy dripping for punishment.” Becky’s back arched, her free hand squeezing one of her full, perky breasts. Her nipples were tight and aching. She was soaked—embarrassingly soaked. The kind of wet that made her thighs slick.

There was a gnashing of Angga's teeth. Maureen could understand the stigma formed by videos from blue movies. It's also called porn, which inevitably leads to sexual activities and generalizes disorders that can actually be limited. "In your mind?" Maureen's head moved in front of Angga, questioning the man's understanding of Maureen's self-righteousness through the look. "Please, Angga. I can't even feel penetration other than with you and..." Maureen's words hung. During her acquaintance with matters of passion, she always failed to reach the highest peak of union. Her body resisted and reflexively gave protection, except for the effects of drugs that had stopped by because of her depraved

My pussy clenched at the thought. “Not nervous,” I whispered in a throat voice, arousal flooding back. “Just curious.” Damian stepped closer, putting his hand on my waist. “Dorian’s the one in the p**n videos, Sera. I’m too busy with work to be available 24/7 fucking on screen. But I handle the exclusive live chats out of work hours.” Realization struck me. The man whose powerful thrusts had shattered my world, whose body moved like a god in those threesomes… That was Dorian.

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?

My thumb pressed on my clit, rubbing side to side. It wasn’t enough. I needed visuals. Grabbing my phone from the side table, I opened the PornHub app – my guilty pleasure when words weren’t cutting it. I searched for “solo squirt” and picked a video of a curvy brunette going at it with a vibrator. I propped the phone against the book, volume up high. Her moans filled the room – loud, unashamed. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum… watch me squirt…”