Nsfw Erotica Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Fucking hell, Kara.” Sophie kissed my neck, her hands squeezing my breasts. “You look so sexy getting fucked,” she whispered, sucking my nipple hard. “Let me taste you too.” She slid down infront of me, her tongue flicking my clit, Adam's cock thrusting inside me. I felt sparks flying through my body. “Oh God, Sophie!” I cried, grabbing her hair not so gently. “Don’t you fucking stop.” Thea climbed off Jon and crawled to Nate. “Your turn, big guy,” she purred, tugging his pants down, his thick cock springing free. “Let me suck this.”

Like to what? Her pressing back into me, my cock in her ass crease. "You know. Watch. Watch my son fuck me." My life, in a few months, from normal to this, "Yes, I want to watch your son put his hard cock in his mother's pussy and fuck her." She groans, moves, lining me up, "I can tell you from experience, it's incredibly erotic. Watching the wrongness, the taboo." "Should I fuck you now?" "Oh Dan, yes. I need your cock."

“My after-class project. My desperate little slut who traded her dignity for a letter on a page.” His words were filth, and they poured over her like hot oil, searing her shame and transforming it into fuel. Her climax built with terrifying speed, coiling from the very brutality of his fucking. She was sobbing, pleading, begging for it, for him, for the oblivion he offered. “Please…” “Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his own control fraying, his thrusts becoming wild, uncoordinated. “Come on your professor’s desk. Show me you accept your terms.”

Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.

He pushed her against the shelves, his big hand sliding up under her short skirt, fingers finding how dripping wet she was for him. “You’ve been teasing me for months, haven’t you, Elena?” his voice growled in her mind. “Touching that needy little pussy under my desk while I teach. Such a naughty virgin slut for your professor.” She pushed two fingers deep inside her tight hole, pumping them fast while the vibrator tortured her clit. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room. Her hips bucked wildly. “Yes, Professor… I’m yours… please fuck me…” she whimpered desperately.

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Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

I gripped her hips and fucked her in a steady rhythm, watching the way her body took the thick cock, the way her back arched when I angled just right. “That’s it,” I murmured. “Take it.” I picked up the pace, still controlled but harder, the harness slapping against her skin. Each thrust dragged a louder cry out of her. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles while I drove into her. Her thighs started to shake. .. .. Author's POV The meanwhile, outside the closed door of Sophia and Mary’s room, a small cluster of nuns had gathered in the dim hallway. The thick stone walls couldn’t fully muffle the sounds coming from inside...they listen to each moan

I answered, my voice frail, my body desperate. "Fucking you is all I think about." My breath clenched, my clit twitched painfully. I saw his face contort into something darker, he wanted me badly, just as much as I wanted him. I can't be a good girl anymore, not when these devilish eyes are staring back at me. "Then do it, claim me Frederico, fuck me, make me yours."

The contrast between the cold window and the burning heat of his body was driving me insane. “That’s it,” he rasped, his breath hot against my ear. “Scream into my hand. Let it all out. No one can see you falling apart on my dick, but they might hear you if you’re loud enough. Would you like that? Knowing your colleagues are working late while I ruin this tight pussy?” His words were filthy, degrading, and perfect. My inner walls fluttered around him as another orgasm built fast and vicious. I moaned desperately against his palm, licking and biting at his fingers.