Novelas y relatos de Pleasures

The sound escaped her in a shuddering wave, her body quaking as the touches on her core grew harsher, more insistent. It dragged on endlessly, her cries echoing through the confined space of the bus. She never imagined she’d crave this… being mauled by unknown men on her morning commute, her most intimate spot toyed with like a plaything. She could feel every invasion: the probing fingers stretching her hole, one hand dragging and smearing her wetness side to side while the other thrust deeper, igniting waves of intoxicating sweetness that pulsed from her core. The pleasure was divine, a honeyed bliss that made her inner walls clench and flutter.

I sighed and turned the fuck off, getting up from the bed and going to open the bottom drawer of my closet, taking out some new sex toys that I had bought. They were framed and seemed to be useful. What else would I do but give myself some pleasure? I took the two small objects that looked like tweezers and attached them to my nipples, feeling the pleasant pressure of pain, I started rubbing my fingers on my pussy when I felt the objects on my nipples vibrating and causing me pleasure.

Pain and pleasure melded into a dizzying sensation that made her gasp. Then, he pressed the ice against her again, this time with two pieces, rolling them slowly over each nipple. “Such perfect little breasts,” he said, his tone almost arrogant. Her body hummed with pleasure and need, every touch pulling her deeper into sensation. She shuddered as he leaned in, warm breath ghosting over her skin. He then took one nipple into his mouth, the ice still cold on her other breast, his tongue flicking and sucking until her mind felt like it would unravel.

Someone else pushed back into my mouth and fucked my throat until they finished there. I lost count of the orgasms. My arms shook. My thighs were soaked. Come leaked out of both holes every time someone pulled out and someone else pushed in. The pleasure poured into me in waves—male, female, everything in between—until my skin felt too tight and the power sat so heavy in my gut I could barely move. Eventually they slowed. Bodies collapsed around me on the mattresses. Breathing hard. Someone laughed low in the dark. The woman stretched out beside me and ran a finger through the mess on my stomach, then pushed it into my mouth. I sucked it clean.

Karissa's body trembled with pleasure as Isidore manipulated her G-spot and stroked her clit. Waves of intense sexual arousal surged through her, threatening to push her over the edge. But Karissa fought against her rising climax, determined to hold on. This experience mirrored the playful games she and her husband often engaged in, where he would tease her, denying her release until he gave her permission. Karissa's resolve grew stronger as she resisted the urge to give in to her pleasure, reveling in the exquisite torture of anticipation.

She pushes her tongue into Celeste as deep as she can. Celeste's moans fill this air. Her panting. She grabs her breasts. She pulls her nipples. She grabs Lilly's head and pulls her tight. She pulls her hair. They press their bodies together. Tighter. Gliding on each other's sweat. Limbs spread. Bodies arching and panting. The air is hot. Then slowly, the character's shift. Suddenly, I'm looking at Lilly being eaten out by Celeste. I'm looking at my dear child grinding her pussy against her friend's face as she pleasures her. And then she opens her eyes.

Embarrassment making my palms sweat. After chatting our heads off, and just having a good time, the party kicked off. There were four gorgeous strippers - A gigantic black dude who looked like he lived at the gym, a bearded lumberjack looking guy, a ripped white man who looked like Clark Kent, and lastly the Latin guy covered in tats eye fucking me. The way they moved their bodies made my pussy clench. Their hips thrusted like their fucking into a woman's buttery snatch. My body zinged with pleasure.

“But we both know what a desperate slut you are.” She came anyway, hard, shamefully, and squirting around the dildo, piss mixing with her juices, running down her thighs onto the floor. Damon laughed and kept going, forcing her straight into another orgasm before the first even ended. Over and over. The bench creaked under her thrashing. Her voice went hoarse from screaming. The plug in her ass shifted with every convulsion, pressing against the dildo through her thin wall. She lost count after the fourth orgasm. Everything mixed into pain and unwanted pleasure.

He exclaimed and ran towards the bed leaving those average and small size toys that I have bought for him. 'I should bought that kind of toy for you, baby.' I sneakily thought on my self. I shook my head and trying to erase that nasty and naughty idea of mine. Who need those toys if I could pleasure him with mine. Tsk. I licked my lips then teeth. He placed the bear beside his side. He was cuddling the bear. I pouted, I know that it does not suit that fucking pout on me but I could not help but to get jealous over these non-living things. I laid down beside Dhaxzy and made him my little spoon, he will always the little spoon.

His primal instincts guided his every motion, driving him to explore the depths of pleasure with a fervor that bordered on savage. As the climax approached, our bodies trembled with anticipation. Our cries mingled in the air, filling the forest with a symphony of pleasure and release. Every nerve ending was on fire, the pleasure coiling and building to an unbearable intensity. And when the release finally came, it was an explosion of pure ecstasy, a wild eruption that consumed us both in its all-encompassing embrace. As our bodies shuddered in blissful release, Felix held me close, his arms a sanctuary of warmth and safety. We trembled together, our ragged breaths a testament to the intensit