Novel & Cerita Naughty Fantasy

Craft pushed a button for the top floor, and I held my breath. Him caressing his thumb along mine should have felt soothing, but I was anything but calm. Fantasy Night. I kept picturing shirtless men walking around, flirting, and having an orgy or some other weird kinky shit that I was naïve to being a reality. Was Craft really into that crazy stuff? Guess I was going to find out.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

Juices gushed, puddling the sheets, tangy scent filling the room. His dirty talk replayed: "No one deserves you... body's for family." Hips bucked, tits swinging, slapping undersides. Free hand yanked a nipple, twisting vicious. Pressure coiled, belly tight. "Split me, brother... fuck your sis raw." Visions: him pinning me like this, cock ramming balls-deep, stretching till I screamed, cum flooding my womb.

"Can you understand what this place is to me? It's a fantasy come true. Wild adventurous sex, where everyone's pleasure is the first concern. No meanness, no cruelty, no gossip, no judging. If a girl kisses a girl, she's not a lesbian. If she's with more than one guy, she's not a whore. If she's proud of her body, and shows it off, she's not a slut, she's hot. It's pure fantasy." She pulled her legs back and encouraged me to fuck her harder. Which of course, under the situation, I had no choice but to accede to. "God, I love it. I love your fat cock in me, so thick, the feel of it rubbing down the sides of my pussy. The pressure of bone on bone at the end of every hard stroke. The wild feeli

Genre: Dark Fantasy Billionaire Romance | Explicit | FL: Ruby Senty ML: Rudolph Clarksville Doff – “The Beast King” . . . The first time Ruby Senty saw Rudolph Clarksville Doff, she was barefoot, soaked in forest rain, and trying to escape a man who’d paid for her body.

John’s body pressed against my back, solid and warm. His breath tickled my ear as his fingers guided mine over my panties. I could feel how hard he was, pressed right against my ass through his jeans. My heart raced so fast I felt dizzy. “You were hoping I’d come, weren’t you?” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Still staring at my window even after I climbed over here. Naughty girl.” I shivered. “John, this is crazy. Someone could see us.”

That's why Lana has a hard time controlling the growls and moans from coming out of her lips. “Yes! Mmnnn, don’t stop! ” without being able to hold back, the young lady ejaculated then pulled the young man's neck and then kissed him hard on the lips. “It doesn’t matter whether you want sex or making love. What is important to me is for my long-held fantasy about you to come true,” she added after releasing Andrew's lips in between chasing her own breath. A beautiful smile broke from Andrew's lips. He pushed the sliding door of the veranda shut, then he seemed to be running out of time when he pinned her against the wall and kissed her hard.

Ruby had imagined places like Fantasy for years. Not the cheap versions hidden inside trashy websites or badly written online fantasies, but something deeper. Darker. Elegant. A place where control meant more than rough hands and careless demands. A place where power had rules. Meaning. Intention. Ever since she was nineteen and trembling beneath the palm of her boyfriend during their first clumsy experiment with spanking, something inside her had awakened. Not fear. Not shame. Need.

The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room. She came again, her pussy pulsing around his thick shaft. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, making her moan his name. Her juices coated his cock and ran down her legs. Professor Kane kept fucking her through it, not slowing down. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back slightly, making her back arch more. “Again,” he demanded. “Come on my cock again.”