Novelas y relatos de Orgy

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

In the last second I was able to pass the lock and he was unable to enter, I was only an instant from falling from grace. He started screaming like an animal and I looked around looking for an exit, I thought we were in Paola's room, but actually we were in the laundry room and there wasn't a stupid window. Neither of us had her phone, everything had been left in the other room and the ceiling was covered with a ceiling. I went to the wall and began to feel everything as if there was an exit that my eyes could not see and it turned out that it was a room with no escape. Ezra hit the door with his body over and over again and the whole room was filled with that horrible and exasperating sound

Not one bit. “Micro-penis?” Her eyes flare. “It’s a joke,” I say dryly. “Go get him. Please.” As in, please get out of my sight because I can’t say one more word about him. She gives me a weird look and then a rushed bye as she heads their way. The entire place is still whistling and cheering. The applause goes on for an absurdly long time, and my body grows stiffer with each passing moment. “Hope you don't get an STI,” I murmur.

“ look at me while I eat your pussy, sugar.” And I gladly oblige. And boy, am I glad I did! He locks eyes on me and begins to slurp on the tiny bud, like he would a tasty drink. The sight of his eyes on me and his mouth working me pushes me to my climax unexpectedly. The orgasm wrings me out like a wet cloth and I jerk and convulse , struggling to push away the persistent man due to overstimulation. He stands up and begins to discard his clothes. “ I have seen you cum on three different occasions, but it gets better every time.”

Iris… I woke up to the sound of Orchard’s voice. I knew it was him without opening my eyes but I couldn't tell what he was saying. My brain felt foggy and weird, and I was hurting everywhere, especially my hips, head and hand. I laid in silence for as I waited for my brain to boot. Orchard was anything but gentleman like, last night m. He made me cum so many times, I couldn’t believe it was possible to have multiple orgasms in such a short span of time.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as he trailed his tongue from my neck right down to my lower abdomen, stopping right above where I needed to feel him most. "N-Noah" my voice airy, as my hand became tangled in his hair, gripping onto it as the pleasure clouded my senses. My back arching in an aggressive manner as his tongue lowered to the needy area, "o-oh fuck" I cried out, my hands moving to grab onto the bedsheets as if my life depended on it.

Osiris doesn't remove his mouth from my folds until I have ridden out my orgasm. He slowly removes his fingers from my core and begins fucking me with his tongue. Lapping up the remnants of my orgasm. His tongue delves into me, and I begin to feel the familiar build-up of pressure again. But before I am able to find a release, Osiris removes his mouth from my core.

I could only stare, hypnotized by the sight of our severe, disciplined Mother Superior being taken like a common whore on a table, her body jolting with each of his powerful thrusts. All around them, the orgy continued, a swirling vortex of pleasure. A nun was being taken from behind by two priests simultaneously, her cries echoing Mother Superior's. Another was on her knees, her mouth working furiously on a man as he watched the fucking before us. The room was a living, breathing organism of sin. After a few minutes of this relentless pounding, Mother Superior’s body went rigid. A shattered, guttural scream was torn from her throat as her climax seized her. S

His lips kissed mine passionately, then both of his hands untied my kimono. Suddenly, the men approached me and began touching every curve of my body until my lips spontaneously let out a muffled moan. Then, Hugo broke the kiss and asked me, who was still reeling from the pleasure of their hands, “Do you agree to this orgy?” I couldn’t refuse—not impossible, but impossible. Four men, already aroused by their passion, surrounded me, their naughty hands touching every curve of my body. In fact, one of them opened my legs wider and licked my wet vagina. Meanwhile, the other two squeezed my breasts and sucked hard on my nipples.