Nice Sexy Story Novels & Stories

I'm tired of constantly having short termed relationships from guys I meet at dating sites. So what is your criteria? Age preference? - he texted again. Hmmm... Age is not problem..not too young.. I'm more already an adult, I guess that's what matters.. hahaha I want two-in-one, a driver and a sweet lover. I added. I'm not choosy with faces..Smiles always bring out beauty with everyone.. and very important, he can pass the scrutiny of Madam C! Hahahaha I couldn't really think of what I prefer. I like men who are smart. I find brilliance sexy. Madam C is my common friend with Sir Dan who is in her 70's. I adored that lady like a second mother. She is elegant and graceful and nothing passes he

I have decided to let him go. I do not deserve him. The new girl can have him. Dressed in my elegant uniform, sitting on my well-laid bed. I apply a little bit of lip gloss to my soft lips. I like to think that I am very beautiful. I have it all. Beautiful, soft, smooth, brown skin. Dark, full, naturally healthy hair. I get praises every day on I*******m for my lips and attractive eyes. So I really don't get it. What does she have that I don't?

The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties. The moment her dark eyes landed on me, a slow smile spread across her face. She sauntered over with her hips swaying rhythmically, wrapping her soft, bare arms around my neck. "Mmm... you kept me waiting, Hillian," she purred softly, burying her face against the crook of my neck and kissing her way up to my jaw. "And here I thought changing the spot from the lake house to a hotel meant you were getting impatient." Her hands slid down my chest, coming to rest over my lower belly, her warm body pressing flush against mine.

"Tell me what you want." "I want you to fuck me on this table," she said, her Spanish accent thickening with desire. "I want you to make me forget about every other person at this conference. I want marks tomorrow that I have to hide under my clothes." Marcus felt his cock harden instantly. They'd been together for months now, but Sienna still had the power to reduce him to pure animal response with just a few words. He spun her around, pressing her against the mahogany table, and lifted her dress.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

* "Your cock... inside me... stretching my cunt, making me moan and squirm just like these slutty milfs on your laptop..." *With a sultry wink, she leans forward to trail a finger down Y/N's chest, stopping just short of their crotch.* "Trust me, sweetheart, you won't regret giving mommy what she craves so desperately." *Y/N's breath quickens as Stefanie's tantalizing touch sends shivers down their spine. The intoxicating scent of exotic perfume fills their nostrils, mingling with the heady aroma of Stefanie's arousal. Despite the overwhelming taboo nature of the situation, Y/N finds themselves increasingly enthralled by the seductive allure of their best friend's mother.*

Please, Liam. He smiled and gently pulled me closer. He laid me back on the bed and positioned himself between my spread legs. This time he took his time, teasing me mercilessly. He kissed my inner thighs slowly, his warm breath ghosting over my soaked pussy. I was trembling with anticipation. So beautiful, he murmured. So pink and wet for me.

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.

The room was filled with the sound of my extremely wet pussy slamming against his dick over and over again. He’ll start up fast and hard, hitting every spot and I could swear he touched my womb, then he’ll take it slow, teasing me , making me feel every inch of his dick, making my body go numb. I’ve never been fucked this good before . “Do you like it?”, he whispered behind my ear, driving in slowly. “Yes”, I moaned out almost crying. “Yes what?” “Yes Mr Tom”. “Fuck i love the way you call me that, tell me how much you love it “.