Muffled Moans Novels & Stories

She rocked against her hand, muffling her moans into the pillow. “Damn you, Barry,” she whimpered. “Damn you.” The more she rubbed, the sharper the ache grew. She slipped her fingers past the edge of her panties, finding her slick folds. The first touch made her gasp so loud she clapped her hand over her mouth, muffling the sound. Her hips bucked up, chasing the friction. “Oh God…”

A loud moan escaped me before I could hold it back. “FUCK DADDY!” I cried out, my whole body arching. Jayden’s hands held my waist gently, steadying me, guiding me. Everything after that became heat… breath… touches… soft sounds… his name on my lips… my nails holding onto him… the room spinning with every moment… The world blurred around us. Fade to black. Jayden fucked me so hard with his fingers and tongue. I grabbed his hair and screamed. I was dripping wet. "YES DADDY. GO DEEPER. TREAT ME LIKE YOUR LITTLE WHORE. FUCK ME SO HARD AND MAKE ME CUM SO HARD" I moaned .

A deep, guttural moan. “Just like that. Fuck, your tongue feels incredible.”

He grinned, his eyes wide and viscous. Angela nodded. “Good,I will enjoy it more, I love this side of me you see,I can't help it,now moan”. “Wh…whaa ..” He tightened his hand on her neck. “You heard me loud and clear, bitch moan!” Angela faked a moan but cried instead. “That is preferable,I love to see you cry…I love to make you cry.. now louder! Moan!” Angela moaned loudly again. “Spread your legs and I want to hear you moan to my tongue”

My heart skips a beat and my whole body freezes. Then I hear it again. A muffled voice. A moan. A woman's moan. “No…” The sound escapes me as a whisper, barely a breath, as though the wind has been knocked from my chest. Another moan follows, louder this time and then a man’s voice. Low. Familiar. So horribly familiar. Jake.

She's going to get it-uncensored, unabridged, undiluted. "Scream for me, baby. Let the whole fucking house know who owns this cunt. Let the fucking neighbors know how fucking horny you get for my fat fucking dick." Malia whimpers and moans into the panties stuffed in her mouth, her eyes rolling back unfocused and wild, her face red as she screams into the lace. Drool drips down her cheek from the corners of her mouth as her throat hums raggedly.

My muffled moans vibrating around Jaxon's shaft. "You hear that?" Milo says. "That's the sound of the school's biggest prude getting stuffed from both ends. Crying and dripping and moaning at the same time." He slams in deep. "If anyone in the school could see you right now. On your hands and knees, leaking on a bench." "Shut up, Milo," Jaxon says, pumping into my mouth. "You talk too much."

He groaned, pushing deeper, to and fro. “I want–you to.” I whispered. “Please, I want you to.” “We are getting there.” He whispered. A cold shiver ran down my spine. “For now, let my hand do the needful.” “Oh fuck! Daddy, I'm about to come.” “Come. Come for me.” “Say my fucking name as you're coming.” “Dad–ddyyy.” I know I have to mimic. “Ahh–hhhh.” I edged up, turning my face to the left and to the right. The moment I heard myself release these moans, I knew I was closer to release than before.

I clamped one hand over my mouth to stifle my scream. “Apollo… Ahhh… More… Just like that… Ahhh…” I moaned wantonly. “Like this, Diana? Uhh! Uhm! Uhh!” He pounded hard and deep, making my breasts bounce wildly. He groped them again while I bit my hand to muffle my cries. “Are you going to come, love? You’re squeezing me so tight… God, it feels so good…” “Love… I’m… I’m coming… Ahhh…”

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.