Old Grandma Sex Stories の小説・ストーリー

His cock was hard. He climbed on the bed and moved over me. “Open your legs, Lila.” I spread my legs wide. He kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth. His hand went between my legs and rubbed my pussy. “You are so wet for me,” he said. “You want your sister’s fiancé to fuck you, don’t you?” “Yes,” I gasped. I reached down and grabbed his cock. I guided the head to my entrance. He pushed in hard. I cried out.

I rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. “Look at you,” I taunted, voice husky. “Soaking wet because your cousin fucked your little brother. Does that turn you on, Lila? Knowing I rode Jeremy’s cock in your family basement?. I know you've done it with him before too” I guessed--She tries to deny it but her face betrays her "I know you... Lila" She whimpered and ground harder against my hand. “Shut up… fuck… keep talking.” I smiled wickedly and pushed two fingers deep inside her. “He was so eager. Came so fast the first time. Then I made him fuck my ass while I told him how much better it felt than anything his big sister could ever give him.”

“Okay, fine. He had me bent over the couch in the open area for half the night. Fucked me so deep and slow at first, then got rough when I told him to, he pulled my hair, choked me just enough, made me squirt all over the floor while people watched. Then he flipped me and made me ride him until my legs gave out. I think I left claw marks on his back. Worth it.” I laughed, the sound bubbling up light and free. “Look at us…three walking disasters who finally got properly dicked down. My ex could barely last thirty seconds and here we are, limping like we ran a marathon on dick. I’m never going back to quick, boring sex again. From now on, it’s rough, tied-up, make-me-scream-or-don’t-bother sex

Cela said. "Oh, you are a writer. Are you into romance writing? You can write our story if you ran out of ideas for your stories," the old lady offered. "I think yours is a sweet love story, isn't it? I could tell," Cela said. She's enjoying the conversation with the old couple.

Grandpa replies, grabbing a lock of my grandma’s hair before pulling her into a kiss. Goddess. I thought it would be fucking gross being around my parents who were celebrating their honeymoon, but now I’m stuck with old people that smell like sex all fucking day. I’m happy for them, but, Goddess, they’re old and way too touchy-feely all the time. "I get it; you need the fucking bathroom. But please wait before I am gone before having old people's sex; for fuck’s sake, I’m already in a fragile state." I joked.

He knocks twice and doesn't wait for a reply before turning the knob and waltzing in. As usual, Zach Stone sits behind his large mahogany desk like the royalty he is. A cold, stoic expression on his face. One can never tell what's on the bãstard's mind. Tyrel recalls the story of grandpa cheating on grandma with a warrior female he captured during battle. When the female got pregnant, Alpha grandpa brought her into the villa to keep both mother and unborn pup. Talking about home wrecking.

It was in this moment, when my aunt was kissing my back, holding me in place, almost as if I were about to run or something, that she was whispering in my ears that I should take her husband's cock in my wet teen pussy, did I believe that taboo sex was really happening in this world, not just staged in p**n. Here I never even thought this was a fantasy of mine, that I would want someone's husband to fuck me, let alone my own aunt's man, and weirdly with her watching, encouraging it. The way she held me almost like helping him take advantage of me if I had refused, it all made my pussy throb. “Show him what he's about to enter, dear niece,” Aunt Creseda said, parting my legs, and crazy enough

"Give me the tea! Give me the steam! Give me the unfiltered, R-rated, nasty-ass details!" So I gave them the version of the story they deserved. I told them about barging into the office, the whiskey spill, the rag, and the way Preston looked like a blonde Khal Drogo. I told them about the desk, the sons walking in, the lock on the door, and the way Preston didn't stop eating me out, not even when William looked like he was going to vomit from the sheer trauma of seeing his dad's face buried in my crotch. "Wait a minute," Lauren gasped, her eyes wide as saucers. "You mean to tell me Mr. Vanderbilt... made his three sons, including your ex-boyfriend, watch while he ate you out then fucked you

It has been six months since the accident his wife had, and I am sure he hasn't had sex in those months unless he is keeping a mistress, which I thought he would never do… until last night. To say the least, I am not a virgin anymore and I am not innocent of such things. Two men have already bedded me, both of them my age. They made me cum too, made me moan, and crave for their cocks. But last night was different, David made me feel something I haven’t felt yet. He was just so different from the boys who fucked. Is it because he has more experience? At 42 years of age, he really has enough experience to satisfy a girl. So this is the reason why young girls often want to be fucked by older me

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”