Pegging Erotica Novels & Stories

And he is only the first. The feeling from the two mouths on your sex was so great you feel like you might pee yourself before you cum! But when you do climax your body shakes and shutters. Your pussy runs with your sexual juices from the licking and sucking from the two men. One has worked using his tongue in your hole fucking it, while the other man has sucked and licked your swollen clit. Other men were sucking each of your nipples as others played with your ass hole. All those hands and fingers never stop moving!! It was so very nice to feel them all over your body!

I had a feeling tonight would be a good session as they had picked an erotic novel this time. I was settled in front of my laptop, wine in hand, waiting for all the other girls to log on. Once they had all arrived, it became clear the topic of the book had got them all in cheeky moods, there were lots of suggestive messages and we hadn't even got to discussing the book at that point. Once we got into the main discussion, it was revealing to see what bits the other girls liked and did not.

It felt like she needed to pee, but better. He fucked her faster. One hand reached around, found her clit, and rubbed in hard circles. The pressure snapped. She squirted hard, a clear fluid gushed around his cock, soaking his thighs, the couch, dripping to the floor. Her body shook violently. “Damien fuck oh god.” He didn’t stop. His fingers kept working her clit fast, firm, and another orgasm crashed through her right after. Her pussy clenched tight around him as she screamed into the cushion.

I held her vagina open with my fingers and I continued digging into her, her pussy trembling and releasing tiny pussy farts that were odorless and very fucking sexy. “Your pussy is very fucking-” I could not finish my sentence.

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

I just whimpered, sobbed and begged with broken sounds. He leaned down, chest to my back, weight pinning me into the bed, mouth at my ear. “You love this, don’t you?” He murmured softly. “Love being fucked like my dirty little girl.” “Yes… God… yes…” His free hand snaked around. Found my clit. Pinched it. Rolled it. Rubbed fast and rough. I shattered again. Harder than before. My pussy clamped down like a vice, pulsing and milking him. My whole body shook. Tears soaked the pillow. I screamed his name until my throat burned.

Anything to shut her up. Bam! And then it occurred to Sienna. A method to remedy this problem and in a hurry! There was perhaps thirty seconds left to the shadow now. She peered around the deck, spotting a few others having difficult. The women desperately sucking or rubbing the penis with hopes of sparking it to life. Paige on the other hand... was being drilled by her powerhouse pole from earlier. She gripped her own ankles, doubled over, taking the humongous meatstick again and again. Shrieks and screams of pleasure. If anything, her sexual sound box would help stimulate the other men.

I spread my legs wide on the marble island, the red net leggings and matching panties leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. His eyes naturally fell to the junction of my thighs, and I saw his dick cocked to one side of his trousers, a wet patch of precum already staining on the expensive fabric. "You're leaking, sir," I teased. "Is the view that good?" "Come here," he rasped. "Please."

I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs. My nipples tightened against the lace of my bra, pressing noticeably against my blouse if the light hit just right. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. He continued, voice growing richer. “Degradation adds to the intensity. Calling her my filthy whore while she’s soaked and desperate. Pinning her down, yanking her hair, slamming into her from behind until she’s screaming. And breeding… the fantasy of pumping load after load into her unprotected pussy, filling her until she’s overflowing, imagining her swelling with my seed. Marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.”