Novel & Cerita Pleasure Dom Erotica

" He is capable of driving me crazy with pleasure. My body does not go unnoticed in front of your eyes. "You already know that answer." He takes another sip from his glass. I have met a large percentage of the male gender, not only because of having had sex with them and because they will pay me for this, but because I have listened to them. I have seen that they get involved in finishing them, they do not consider the preamble, the touch and the sensations that they may provoke. Women become something less than a vessel to fill with their seed. Considering that I am dedicated to getting to know the human body and to touching like nobody else has done while I indulge sexual fantasies that ho

I couldn't tell if it was the sluicing sounds of our mating tongues, sucking sounds of our lips that filled the air, the pleasure he brought down on my core, a scorching pleasure that neither my slightly, silky transparent, yoga pink leggings that hugged my thighs and folds as if it wasn't there at all or his raging hard cock that his black sweatpants couldn't tuck away nor restrict, that dug it's hard cap through the cloths and pushed slightly into my slimy, flooding cunt, the gliding of his hard-on against my swollen clit or his possessively strong hands that restricted my leg in midair or the ruthless chockhold on my neck that caused me to fall into the darkest abyss of submission for him

Her back came off the floor and her hips pushed against my face as I pleasured her faster and faster with my fingers. I had them slightly hooked because I had learned that inside there was a spot that if rubbed correctly would create a much stronger feeling of pleasure than just the button. This was something Laixa had taught me and when I did it to Domina the first time, she was so excited and pleased that she gave me a small melon to share with Laixa. “Oh, girl, you are better every time, so good, so, so, good,” and with those words, her flower closed in throbs as she exploded with pleasure.

But he liked it when a consenting woman showed a hint of apprehension, which was not the same as fear. The real pleasure for him as a Dom was being with a woman who trusted him completely but didn't necessarily trust herself to give in to the pleasure right away. The woman's inner struggle to finally let go was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. If Little Mac wanted to go to Russia, she had to prove she could take anything and surrender to the feelings she hid within herself.

A moan escapes from me when I feel him slide it through my intimacy, the sensation excites me and more when his tongue keeps fiddling with my nipples, my legs move wanting more, he knows how to make my body desire it and that's what I love most about him. —Tonight... will be one of the many nights I will make you feel the most illicit pleasures, my wife. I spread my legs for him as I let myself be carried away by the pleasure and succumb to the passion and desire I feel when I am with him. —Let's begin then.

Sloane screamed, the feeling of being filled so completely by him triggering a wave of pleasure that made her entire body shudder. He began to hammer into her, his pace fast and relentless, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the quiet room. He wasn't being gentle; he was fucking her with a raw, animalistic hunger, each thrust designed to break her further. Sloane clung to him, her nails scratching his shoulders, her voice reduced to broken whimpers and pleas for more. She loved the way he dominated her, the way he took everything she had and still demanded more, turning her into a shaking, needy creature that only existed for his pleasure.

"Yes, I am. I have been ready since the day I lusted for you, Dom." Dom swallowed and gently positioned himself on top of his lover, pleading for him to claim her already. He spread her legs to create enough space for him and Ana gasped loudly when she felt his long and thick cock rubbing against her pussy. It clenched eagerly at the thought of the man she loved using his cock to pleasure her and take her to the highest part of pleasure. Dominic lathered his dick with Ana's cum and positioned himself before driving forward. Ana yelps in pain, her face scrunching up. It was not a yell of pleasure but in pain.

Dom pressed her down on the bed by placing his hand on her belly. "Don't move" He ordered and sucked on her clit. Grace pressed her head down on the pillow when he devoured her pussy like his favourite desert. This was her first experience after accident, no man has ever touched her in her memory. Dom placed her legs on his shoulder when he inserted his fingers inside her. Grace rolled her head back in pleasure. Her heels dug in his back when she felt knots in her body. Dom didn't stop, he continued his sweet torture until she came on his face making everything messy.

A broken whimper escaped me, and I slapped a hand over my mouth, my body trembling from the sheer effort of staying quiet. “That’s it, baby, stay quiet for me,” Dom murmured against me, his voice vibrating through my core. Fuck. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. All I could do was feel—the heat of his mouth, the wet suction, the relentless strokes of his tongue against my clit. The professors’ voices faded into the distance. All I could hear was the slurping, the needy moans from Dom as he devoured me. I was going to fall apart. Tight heat coiled behind my navel, my toes curling, my stomach clenching as the pleasure built higher and higher—

But her shrieks weren't putting that off. If only she could tone it down a bit. But how could she? Her cunt was being pounded by the largest American dick ever. And he was a fucking DOM who got schooled by top-notch Italian mistresses and knew his art of pleasure by heart. ”Fuck!“ She clenched out, as her long legs were guided around his torso and he delved deeper into her cunt. She could feel her orgasm dangerously closing up on her. He felt it too, and his pace increased.