Novel & Cerita Poison Ivy Erotica

A moment later, she orgasmed, coming all over my fingers, moaning my name, squirming on my lap and on the couch. I was in awe seeing her come apart. So fucking erotic that I knew I would never forget the sight of Ivy, sprawled and limp on my lap from orgasm, her hair mussed, dress tugged over, baring her blooming ass and her juices seeping out of her. I slowly massaged her sensitive pussy, praising her, and lifted my glistening fingers to my mouth. She looked over her shoulder to see me lick my fingers clean of her cum, her musky taste burning on my tongue.

I asked her to continue. “Well, ingesting poison ivy can cause burning sensations in the mouth and throat, cause nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. In some cases, it can also swelling of the face and throat can also cause your heart to act up. In most severe cases, it can cause shock and turn your skin blue.” She spoke. “Very well, Athea. How about we go and check on Athea’s project?” I told the group leading the class over to Athea’s ‘camp’. “Athea, did you complete your tasks?” I asked.

I have no idea where Teddy is but I don't bother to call her because I need the silence. I still can't believe that pofessor Ivan touched me. He fucking touched me and sucked my nipples. His cock was in my mouth and I made him cum! The more I think about it, the hotter I become, and the dirty thoughts of all I want him to do to me fills my head. I pick up my diary, opening the pages and staring at the next thing on my list. "I wonder what it would feel like to have his tongue on my clit, while his fingers fuck me mercilessly. His long, strong fingers." I read out and my cheeks heat up.

The VIP room was small and dark, lit only by a faint purple light that made Layla’s skin look like glowing silk. She stood in the center of the room, and the three men, Marcus, Jax, and Leocouldn't breathe just looking at her. She was built with incredible curves, her waist tiny and her hips wide and heavy. Her breasts were the best part; they were huge, round, and so heavy they swayed beautifully with every step she took. The skin on her chest was pale and soft, and her nipples were dark and hard, poking out like they were begging to be tasted. She reached back and unhooked her gold bra, letting her heavy breasts fall free, bouncing softly as they were released. The men groaned at the sight

Elena Pov “Fuck…” I moaned softly as I felt my juices trickle down my thighs, warm and slow. My grip tightened around Jeremy’s picture, the edges bending under the pressure of my fingers as I held onto it like it was him. My back pressed against the doorframe, my body already trembling from the heat pooling low in my stomach. “Fuck, Jeremy… please, fuck me…” I whispered, my voice shaky and breathless as I dragged my fingers down my thighs, my touch slow, teasing, making my breath hitch.

"Little sis. Let your stepbrother paint your first orgasm." I gasped as he sank deeper. The stretch burned, full and overwhelming. Virgin. Now not. Paint smeared under my palms as I clutched the edges of the canvas. "Elias, it's... too much." "Not too much." He leaned down, mouth closing around my nipple, sucking the paint off while he thrust slow. "You're taking me so well. This tight little pussy was made for this." My legs trembled around him. The loft smelled like oil paints and sweat and us. Sunlight cut across the floor through the high windows. I rocked up to meet him without thinking, a broken sound slipping out of me.

It was challenging to accurately position his hand under my panties, but it worked. "You've been such a good, older brother," I whispered to him. "But now your poor, younger sister needs some friction inside her. Can you do that for me, Evan? Can you slip some of your fingers into your sister's tight little cunt? Pretty please?" I knew I was laying it on thick, but the naughty talk was just as much for me as it was for him--the taboo nature of what I was asking turning me on like nothing before in my entire life. There was an incredibly long pause, for nearly a minute I had to guess, and a sinking feeling began to fill my stomach that I'd finally pushed things too far.

My walls pulsed and squeezed him tight as waves of pleasure crashed through me. “Look at that,” Matthew laughed darkly, still thrusting through my orgasm. “You love it, don’t you? Cheating on your husband with this big black cock and cumming like a slut.” He pinched my nipples hard, twisting them between his fingers while he kept pounding me. The sharp pain sent fresh sparks straight to my clit. He leaned down and spit right on my pussy, making everything even wetter and messier. Then his rough thumb found my swollen clit and started rubbing it in fast, dirty circles.