Multi Orgasmic Mary Novels & Stories

I packed some of the food into a white takeaway box for him to enjoy later. I was caught off guard as he quietly came up behind me and gave me an unexpected hug. I felt the warmth of his body as he leaned in and pecked me on the cheek, whispering "Thanks Mary" in my ear. I was unsure of how to respond in that moment. I managed to reply, "It's my pleasure," feeling overwhelmed by the situation. I quickly left his office to avoid any further intimate interactions.

Without interruptions, Mary was soon pushed over the edge in under three minutes, screaming and, in the process, dropping her phone from the violent orgasm. She had no idea what happened, but the vibrator wouldn’t stop, causing Mary to scream as her legs trembled, muscles spasming, and eyes rolling to the back of her head in a voiceless scream. For the next few heated minutes, Mary succumbed to the pleasures given to her by the huge toy. Something felt wetter down there, and Mary had no idea if it was her pee, squirting or the ejaculation. Maybe it was a combination of all three, but she had no intention to stop this just yet. Why waste a hard-earned orgasm session and stop at just one round

Instead, she arched up, her curvy body yielding to Mary's sudden dominance. Mary's delicate hands trembled with excitement as she flipped Clara fully onto her back, the alcove's shadows wrapping around them like a sinful shroud. The air felt thicker now, charged with their shared breaths and the lingering scent of their orgasms—musky, wet, utterly profane in this holy space.

Taste the inside of her pulse point where her perfume lingers—something with strawberry and spice. "You planning something?" "Always." She shifts closer, leg sliding over mine. The sheet tangles somewhere near our feet. "But this time it's innocent. Tommy wants to show off his T-Rex collection." "Nothing you do is innocent." "You married me anyway." Her teeth graze my shoulder. "Poor judgment on your part." "Questionable at best." She bites harder. Not painful. Just enough to make her point. I flip her onto her back—smooth, practiced. She's expecting it. Wraps her legs around my waist before I've fully settled.

*warning sexual/adult content * I was drowning in his kisses, every inch of my being needed him. He was worshipping every part of me, he put lips close to my ear and whispered "you're a Goddess Marianna," as he continued kissing my neck, leaving little nibbles along the way. My arousal was soaring at this point, my back was giving slight arches as he continued to kiss my neck.

His guards didn't make any attempt to stop them, they had been with their boss long enough to know how he was with women, he smiled back at them in full appreciation of their generous caresses, inching closer to get a better view at their undergarments, but they pushed even closer, giggling and seducing him. " Consider this as a gift from my part " Fasting said with a cheeky smile. " Much appreciated " he replied, but didn't take his eyes off them. " Are you ready ?" one with the Auburn type low cut wig whispered into his ears, but he only smiled back and affirmed with a nod, jumping from his seat at the invitation, she pulled at his tie, while the others pressed themselves against his side

I informed her as soon as she opened the door for me. "Zai, you do know it's still 3 in the morning right?" She sleepily informed but that caused me to let out a chuckle. "Nana, sorry for waking you up this early but I just can't sleep! I'm so excited to bring her here! You know what, Nana. She's so beautiful. I bet she's even more pretty than me. She has a pair of red eyes that I loved to see once again. She's also an orphan like me!" I am literally dancing in front of her like a kid getting her favorite toy from her parents.

shape. I plugged into her and she gave a little scream, her face twisting in pain. I felt my chest tightening in agony at seeing her like that and decided to hold on but damn, she felt so fucking tight, soaring my heart with happiness. It meant no other man have touched her since we have been married. I had thought she would see other men, but I was wrong.

That was all it took. Kristen’s body convulsed with pleasure, her cries loud and raw. Her legs shook, her breathing came in fast gasps, but Carlo wasn’t finished. He turned her around and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to the bed. The second her back hit the sheets, he slid back inside her—hard. “Oh my god… yes,” she screamed, digging her nails into his back. Carlo moved faster, deeper. He buried his face in her neck, his thrusts rough and wild. She tightened her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her body trembling from the second orgasm building fast.

Myra stood there with her arms crossed, looking down at me with a cold, mocking smile. Someone immediately grabbed me and yanked me upright, then slapped me across the face. "Our goddess already gave you a chance to leave, but you just had to stick around to get beaten, huh?" "Stupid bitch! Watch me beat you to death today!" My mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. I fiercely bit into that person's hand. He howled and jerked back in pain. Clenching my jaw, I ripped the wedding ring off my finger and hurled it at his face. "I am George Pearce's wife. You all will pay for this!"