Romans & histoires Percy Jackson Smut

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A futile attempt to halt his invasion of her intimacy. "Little slut, strutting around with barely a stitch of fabric on you." "I'm not a slut." "Fooled me, showing off like this. Going around basically naked." "I wasn't showing off," she whimpered, pressing back against him unconsciously. Lacy was powerless in his arms. His hands and fingers transgressing on her soft skin. While his one hand fondled her sensitive melons, he tugged on the string at her hip with the other. Her bottoms fell open, exposing her moist slit. The musk of her arousal filled the air, mixed with the smell of sweat and chlorine. Before she could stop him, his hand cupped her bare, molten sex and squeezed her there. A bi

Samael or rather Lucifer smirked evilly. “Tsk baby do you want me to stop or begging for more?” Then he put Allistair’s right leg on his shoulder them thrust brutally. “Nnghhh no…yes fuck…ug..hh.” Allistair moaned in a broken voice, his throat tired from all the moaning. His body almost giving up. Samael’s cock pistoned in and out till they almost reach their climax . “I’m cumming Amolr Meus…” “nnghh me too…Lucy nnghhh aaaahh …”

Shooting my load everywhere. “Fuck. Look at that” he sneered. “who would have thought you would be such a cumslut.” “fuck you.” I cursed at him silently, But sincerely at my body for betraying me this way. All these years of pent up sexual frustration had made me loose control with the slightest touch. He pulled me closer and whispered into my ear. “Good job Cumming. Now it’s my turn.” Shit. I had forgotten his complete length was still deeply buried inside me. He began thrusting again. Fucking my brains out.

Two fingers thrust deep into the soaked pussy. "Please, Isolde," Seraphina begged. "I need to cum." Isolde fingered her fast. Her thumb rubbed the swollen clit. The wet sounds filled the car. Seraphina shook with another orgasm. Her juices coated Isolde's hand. She cried out, body arching in the seat. "I love how needy you’ve become for me," Isolde said. She kissed her deeply and kept fingering her through the aftershocks.

I squirmed, curled my toes and tossed. I wanted to scream out so bad, but all my sounds were muffled into his lips. Suddenly, he pulled away…but his hand movement didn’t stop. Instead, his pace picked up again…. Who knew fingering could feel this good!! The force of his movement caused my body to tremble along. My vision was blurry but I could see him staring down at me with a devious smile. “I need to pee.” I managed to mutter in between moans. He smiled curved even more, “No princess, you’re going to squirt”

Every time his breathing sped up and his balls tightened, I stopped completely and let him throb uselessly in the air. "I have hundreds of videos," he confessed, voice shaking with need. "I watch them every chance I get. I especially love the ones where you bend over or touch your tits. Your body is so fucking hot, Sarah. I am addicted to your smell, your taste on those dirty panties." "You filthy boy," I whispered, leaning closer so my breasts brushed against his arm. I could smell his desperation. "Since you love my panties so much, open your mouth." He obeyed instantly. I shoved the crotch of the dirty lace panties between his lips. "Suck on them. Taste stepmom's dried pussy juices while

She could taste herself on his tongue, salty and musky, mixed with the cloying sweetness of her milk. His pace began to falter, growing uneven and frantic. His breathing sawed in her ear. “I'm going to come inside you,” he grunted, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. “Going to fill my sister up. Let it drip out of you all night, and let him sleep next to it.” The filthy promise tipped her over the edge. A second, sharper orgasm tore through her, clamping down around him in rhythmic pulses. She muffled her scream against his shoulder, biting the fabric of his t-shirt.

“Look at you—bent over my desk like the perfect little sovereign slut, ass up, cunt dripping my cum from the shower and still begging for more. Feel how tight you are around me? Still fluttering like you never want me to leave.” I moaned, the sound raw and shameless, pushing back onto every deliberate thrust. The wet *schlick-sclick* of skin on skin echoed through the room, mingling with the faint rosemary ghost of last night’s stew and the heavy, heady perfume of us—pine-smoke and russet berry, sandalwood oil and fresh alpha seed. “Harder, Alpha—please,” I gasped, nails scraping the wood. “Fill me again. Knot me right here so I walk into the archives leaking you down my thighs. I want Serap

This is so dirty but feels so hot. I slide back so I can see her sex and change my position to direct my pee onto her gaping vajay. Lucy cries out, "Oh God, YES!" and grips my arms almost painfully as she cums. What follows is a possession: I am possessed by some perverted spirit of lust and cannot help myself as I slip off her lap and kneel before her. Pushing her knees apart my lustful spirit also leans me forward: closer, closer till my lips touch her labia.