Nsfw Visual Novels & Stories

Loud moans, slurpy and clapping sounds filled the air. Vivian came out of the walls and took out my br**sts. She took them in her mouth, sucking my n**ples better than some of the men I've f**ked in the past. Her teeth softly grazed against them, doubling the loudness of my moan. She went under us (Patrick and I). One hand rubbed Patrick's balls while her mouth sucked my c**t. With all they were doing to me, it felt as though the f**k was planned from the beginning.

I can't pry my eyes away from it. Every sound makes me jump, and I'm hyper aware of my vulnerability here. I'm nude, restrained, and I can hardly see. I can hear though, and I can smell. The scent of a charcoal grill and charming meats nearly makes me dry heave again. Combined with the scent of decay, it overpowers all my other senses, even my common sense. I screech out curses in my weak, raspy voice even though it's a waste of energy. As big a waste as my attempts to kick boards loose around me and thrashing to try to damage my restraints. I only succeeded in injuring my shoulder. I slump yet again, picking apart all of my life's decisions and berating myself internally.

"Well, not really... The thing is, OnlyFans has been made popular by NSFW content." "Oh," Sofia leaned backward, "And you have an account, Tanya?" "Oh crud, don't give me that look. It's nothing you haven't seen before." Tanya rolled her eyes. "Well, I haven't." "Yeah right, don't you watch p*rn?" Sofia flushed bright pink, "I do not." Tanya scoffed, "Next you gon' tell me you don't know what a vibrator is." Sofia looked aghast.

I opened I*******m and typed in CV Gallery before I could stop myself. His account loaded, and there they were—his latest posts, as beautiful and haunting as always. Women arched in silk sheets, wrists bound in red rope, eyes blindfolded, mouths open in silent ecstasy. Men on their knees, backs gleaming, bodies offered up to the lens. Couples tangled together, skin on skin, lost in each other. All of them confident, sexual, unashamed. The kind of art that made you feel something deep in your gut—desire, envy, awe.

They were panting hard after such a quick session. In the background, the TV sounds continue to come as the characters fuck. The girl was moaning while the old man was groaning. The same picture was visualised here in real too as Vikas groaned in pleasure while Neha moaned in pleasure. Both are so special and unique.