Peter Pan Erotica Novels & Stories

The mix of pain and filthy lust shot through me like fire, making me moan and whimper against the wall. "Yes, just like that—harder!" I screamed his name, lost in raw taboo ecstasy. "Mark! Fuck your sister's pussy-whore harder, fill my ass up with every inch. I crave it, the pain, the way you own me behind her back!" He growled low in my ear, leaning over me as his hips snapped forward without mercy, his balls slapping wetly against my soaked pussy lips. "That's right, Rachel, take it all. Scream for your sister's husband while I ruin this forbidden hole."

Her fingers tighten until the pressure becomes cruel. “Ahh..fuck!” Peter hisses through clenched teeth, rising onto his toes as pain flares through his groin. “I want to use my toy whenever I want,” she continues calmly, increasing the pressure, “however I want, for as long as I want… without you spraying your disgusting cum everywhere like a pathetic little boy.” Peter’s thighs shake violently. “Yes! Yes, Goddess! I agree,please!” Only when his voice cracks does she release his aching balls. Peter sags in his restraints, gasping and whimpering in relief.

he bites my left nipple and I feel an unforgettable pleasure, his hands creeping into my panties to punish my pussy. "Stop lying, I know what you've been doing in your warm bed all these months! To tell you the truth, why did I get rid of you? I was afraid to fuck myself to death! And now you're not going anywhere!" he take off my panties away, and begins to fuck me violently. "Oh, my God!" I let out a loud moan, unable to control my emotions. Peter holds me by the hair, tempting me with a hot gaze. "I should have done it as soon as I saw you in that cafe! You were laughing with your friends and discussing that vulgar phrase " he whispered his impertinent words, and it was as if I was waitin

In response to my silent plea, Peter smirked and slowly moved towards my little hole. Soon enough, his agile tongue slipped into my body, and the pleasure made me arch my back and let out uncontrollable moans. And Peter grabbed my buttocks, and continued to use his sweet and flexible tongue to go in and out of my body. After a while, Peter raised his head and said, panting, "Damn, you taste so f.ucking sweet." Growling, Peter licked up all the juice I released and then pulled away, climbing onto my body. I could feel his hard erection in his pants pressing against my stomach, and I couldn't help but reach out and touch it through the fabric.

I had been scared of losing my virginity, but Eric made it something I would always remember. He held me close, stroking my hair. “I wonder what your pussy is made of, you're just too sweet,” he said quietly. “There is still so much I want to show you.” I nodded, still resting my head on his chest, feeling safe, satisfied, and completely his.

Peter took a deep breath, "David, I know you're familiar with adult women who experienced, which might serve marathon your sex be happy if you like, but this, a virgin, a little girl not experienced, should you be restrain yourself." "I know !," David interrupted loudly, frustrated to himself, "but ... ah, you don't know how it feels Peter ..." "It's true I don't know, that's why I don't understand, if you really have such a passion, why don't you look for another woman as an outlet? Another woman who can match you more? So you can still maintain the girl's body condition, the body that you bought for three hundred million, ”Peter reminded him. “Ah yes… yes, can you please not call it 'that

“Oh my God…” She presses on, her eyes holding mine, her voice raw. “So I suggest you just do as they say. Honestly, it’s not like it will kill you.” Her next words slice me open. “It’s just pleasure, Anita.” I recoil, my lips trembling. She continues, her tone strangely matter-of-fact, almost rehearsed. “I mean, you’ve already been with him once. And… he is very good in that aspect. He knows how to give women pleasure, the kind they can’t forget. That’s why they keep coming back. I’ve… I’ve lived with it for two years now. So, no, it won’t kill you. It won’t hurt you. And he’s very clean—trust me. No diseases, nothing to worry about. And he’s generous. Very generous. If you satisfy him, he’l

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

They loved wrecking him like this. Maria’s hand moved from his waist to his chest, her fingers rubbing slow circles over his sensitive nipples. “You love this, don’t you?” she murmured against his skin. “No woman or man out there knows you like we do… or can love you the way we do.” “Ahh…” Peter gasped, his body betraying him. “Use your words,” Adrian whispered against his neck in a dark and commanding tone “You love it, right, whore?” Peter tried to hold onto his pride. They hadn’t even apologized properly yet.

Lira’s hand tangles in my hair as she yanks my head down while the monstrous cock keeps growing, getting so big that I know I can’t possibly take all that length. The cock slaps heavy and hot against my cheek with a wet thwack. It’s huge—thicker than my wrist, veined like twisted ropes under velvet-smooth violet skin, the fat purple head already leaking a steady stream of precum that stretches in shiny strings from my skin to the slit, begging me to lick it off. The musky scent hits me hard, sweet and arousing, making my empty cunt clench around nothing. “Open that pretty whore mouth, Skyler.” Lira purrs, voice low and rough.