Novel & Cerita Poison Ivy Erotica

“Cum for me, little one. Make a mess on this elevator floor like the desperate slut you are for your boss.” I broke hard. My orgasm crashed through me. I screamed. My legs gave out completely. I collapsed forward onto the floor, knees hitting first. My forehead pressed against the cool mirror. Juices kept dripping out of me. Small puddles formed on the elevator floor between my knees. My whole body shook. Fred crouched down beside me. One hand still between my legs, lazily stroking my oversensitive clit. “Look at the mess you made, little one. Such a filthy girl. We’ll clean it up together before anyone sees what you did for me.”

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

She didn’t know, not truly, but her dreams had begun to curdle with strange heat, visions of hands not like his, but rougher, mouths that devoured rather than kissed. “They break them open,” Valerius continued, his lips close enough to taste her fear. “They take that sweet innocence and smear it with sin until it’s unrecognizable. Until it begs for more.” He released her, leaving her skin buzzing with something foul and tantalizing. That night, in her canopy bed, Elara touched herself for the first time with purpose, imagining those words as hands on her body. Her own fingers dipped beneath the lace of her nightdress, into the slick heat between her thighs, and she pictured not flowers, but

I picked it up. It was a message from Ivy. And damn— it was her nude. Not just a casual selfie, no. Full-on seductive pose, no clothes, no shame. With a caption that read, “Is her breast as sexy as mine? Because I’m very sure you still want to suck it hard.” I choked on my drink. I won’t lie— the photo brought back memories. Hot ones. Wild ones. Back when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. But that was before she sucked the soul out of me and used it to light up her path to betrayal.

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.

After which they left. Now ***** “Spyashchaya krasavitsa,” one of my uncle's men said, as his fingers brushes over my cheek. While the others giggled at his teasing. (Sleeping beauty) As he was about to take his hand off, I grabbed it and squeezed it so tight till he started groaning. “lay your filthy hands on me one more time, and have your fingers completely detached from your hands, Kiska,” I said, staring at him in his eyes as I watch him groan louder from pain. (pussy)

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

Then a sudden bump drove his cock head against her forcing her panties and thin dress between her lips for just a split second. A minute later, thinking about the incident, Terri knew that technically, for that split second, her Step-son's cock had been in her pussy. True, it had just been the very tip and it had been covered by panties and dress, but was that any different then being covered by a condom? The thought was so erotic, that her pussy flooded with moisture.

Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops. Marcus screamed through the ring gag, but it came out as a wet gargle. The five demons circled Lila slowly, breathing heavy, sulfur and raw lust thick in the air. She stood there trembling, cum still leaking down her thighs from the first two, but her pussy was clenching visibly, hungry for more.