Morning Sex Stories Novels & Stories

"We can't just—" He cut her off by kissing her, and the coffee mugs ended up on the counter as he lifted her onto it. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he slid into her without preamble. They both groaned at the sensation—morning sex had a different quality to it, slower and more deliberate. "We'll talk," he gasped, setting a steady rhythm. "After. We'll figure this out." "Yes," she whimpered, meeting his thrusts. "After. Right now I just—oh God, right there—"

I moaned and gave him a reassuring look to let him know I'm on the pill. He nodded and with that I felt his warm cum inside my pussy, filling it, the sensation made me dizzy. I tilted my head upwards for a kiss, and his lips crashed on mine as he set me back down on the table. His cum leaked out of me onto the floor. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. I knew we weren't done yet until we ravaged our bodies tonight. Then a knock came at his door and we froze... Oh no. Who could it be?

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin

Brook's pussy was dripping all over her searching fingers as she watched and listened to everything. "C'mon, Daddy," Janice cooed. "Tell me what you did to our baby girl. She deserves to be loved, too. Besides, if you tell me, I'll let you in on something I never told anyone." Brook's mind was spinning like mad as she waited to see how her parents' sex talk was going to go. She pulled harder on her nipples while she pushed a finger up inside her creaming pussy hole and watched her mother slide down just a couple of inches, making her father moan. Then, she practically held her breath with her finger sliding in and out of her slit while her father told Janice everything about what happened: t

"Go back to your room before the maids start wandering the halls. I don't need the gossip reaching the wrong ears just yet. And Blaire? Don't think you're done. This was just the morning shift." I sat up, my body feeling heavy and used. My pussy felt swollen and raw, a dull ache that made it hard to move. I pulled the crisp cotton shirt over my head, the scent of Raymond’s expensive cologne filling my nose. It drowned out the smell of the sex for a second, but I could still feel the sticky warmth of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs, trickling toward my knees in thick, white streaks that stained the expensive rug.

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I woke up slowly, my body aching in the most delicious and filthy way. I was sandwiched between two hard, warm bodies in the middle of Victor’s massive penthouse bed. Victor lay behind me, his thick cock already hard and pressed against my ass. Marcus was in front, his morning wood resting heavy against my stomach. “Morning, toy,” Victor murmured, his voice rough with sleep and lust. He kissed the back of my neck while his hand slid between my legs, finding me already wet.

He had his dick out, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he listened to me describe how the inside of my pussy feels while his father was ruining me. “Jesus Christ! Don't stop, baby! Keep talking! Keep moaning!” Preston begged as he sucked on my breasts causing my toes to curl. "Tell him how the bushy hairs tickle your balls every time you slam home," I whispered, my voice a filthy lure. "Oh, Enid!" Preston roared. He lost all control. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in with a force that made the heavy desk creak and groan. The legs of the desk scraped across the floor with a loud, metallic screech. I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, h

The man and the woman were good-looking, and this might just be the perfect opportunity to get that release she desperately needed before the conference began tomorrow. She finally shrugged. “Why not?” She stepped out fully, locked her door, and entered into their room. She'd barely stepped foot in properly when the woman grabbed her in a heavy kiss. She kissed Cherrie back, her hand snaking into the woman's hair. Then Cherrie's hand went down her breast, fondling. Yasmine found the woman's pussy and slipped a finger into the warmth. Cherrie moaned in ecstasy. “Fuck,” Mark swore, and when she opened her eyes, Yasmine found him stroking his cock as he watched them.

It was hard to concentrate when your brain was reminding you that you’d had sex last night. And that you’d had sex this morning. And that it would very much like you to have more sex. Sex sex sex sex sex sex SEXXXXXXX went my brain that Saturday morning. It was pretty much an endless stream of porno, except it was featuring me and Jacob.