Older Woman Younger Man Erotica นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"That's sweet of you to say. A woman my age likes hearing that from a handsome guy like you. Tell me the truth though. Does it turn you on seeing me dressed like this? Sitting so close?" His cock twitched visibly under his jeans and he let out a shaky breath. "Fuck... yeah it does. You're so hot. I should not be thinking this but... god, your body is incredible." Hearing him say it out loud made my pussy clench hard. I bit my lower lip, letting my fingers drift higher until they brushed the edge of his bulge. "Mmm, I can see that it does. You're getting so hard for me already. Does that feel good, baby? Having an older woman's hand this close to your cock?"

Nothing prepared me for the sight in front of me, he didn't even bother to close the door. Clutching my book to my chest, I watched as my handsome tutor lounged on a sofa, cock visible to my eyes. I was right, his cock was long but not too fat. A bottle of oil sat next to him ontop of the table and lastly, a laptop screen that showed a woman sprawled on a kitchen counter, her partner was behind her, his large thick cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy as a torrent of raw sounds poured out of their mouths.

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

“Your nipples have been hard since the opening credits. And every time you shifted, you rubbed your ass against my cock.” I tried to pull away, but his arm tightened around me. “Mark, please… this is wrong. She’s your wife. She’s my mum.” He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Then why are you so wet right now?” His other hand slipped under the blanket and between my legs. I was wearing tiny cotton shorts. His fingers pressed against the crotch, feeling the damp spot that had been growing for the last hour. I whimpered, thighs clamping around his hand. “Stop…”

A fat man is openly fucking his collared boy on a couch. A woman in a latex catsuit is leading two naked girls on leashes making them crawl. Several men stare at you with open hunger. One particularly creepy older man with approaches your Owner while staring at you. “New toy?” he asks“Quad amputee? Very nice. I have my own here, but I wouldn’t mind borrowing yours later. Those stumps look perfect for gripping.” Your Owner smiles politely but keeps a possessive hand on your back. “She’s the star tonight. Before her farewell,everyone will get a turn.”

A stained mattress sat on a metal frame under a single bare bulb. “Get on the bed, sweetheart,” he ordered. “Keep those heels on. I like a hoe in heels when I fuck her.” Sloane climbed onto the mattress and lay on her back with her legs spread. The old man stripped quickly, revealing a surprisingly thick, veiny, uncut cock. “Look at this young hoe,” he muttered as he climbed between her legs. He yanked hard on one of her nipples, making her cry out. “This bitch has a great body.” He glanced at Ryan. “Does she take it in all her holes?”

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

Then his hand stilled, but he didn’t cover himself, instead, his gaze traveled down my barely clothed body, lingering on the way my nipples had tightened under the thin fabric, the way my legs pressed together. “Ashley,” he said, his voice rough like gravel and velvet combined. “You shouldn’t be seeing this.” I should have apologized and fled but I pushed the door open wider, stepping inside, my legs unsteady. “I… I didn’t mean to intrude.” He studied me for a long moment, his erection still standing proud and untouched now. “You said you didn't mean it but you're here watching an old man lose control in his own home.” “You’re not old,” I whispered, the words tumbling out before I could stop

It was the video of me on my bed with my knees up, screaming my husband's name while I shoved my fingers into my tight, dripping hole. A man sat in a deep leather chair, his back to us. He was a mountain of a man, even broader than Sin. His long pitch-black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and I could see the thick corded muscles of his neck. His left hand held a glass of bourbon, his pinky ring flashing in the firelight. His right hand was busy between his legs, moving in a rhythmic, heavy motion. He was jerking his cock to my p**n video. This made my cheeks turn red hot.

he murmured. Heat shot through me at the command. I obeyed. The woman crawled forward, her body arching like a feline in heat. She caught my wrist, guiding my hand to the older man’s thigh, his expensive trousers the only thing between me and the hard length straining against the fabric. “Slow,” she whispered. “He likes to watch before he takes.” Her other hand moved to the man beside her, wrapping around him in a smooth, sure grip that made his head tip back, a soft groan spilling from his lips.