Pornstation Novels & Stories

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Cain closed the door and turned to face me as I ran a hand through my hair, attempting to regain composure. "What did he say?" I asked. "Something that could have waited until morning." He watched me with a wary gaze, his eyebrows drawn together slightly. "Why did you pull away so quickly?" He asked slowly. "You said we couldn't have sex," I told him honestly. "That wasn't sex" "It was foreplay," I countered, "which, by definition, leads to other things." He let out a long sigh, a rather angry expression still plastered on his face. "I need another cold shower," he said, beginning to walk back towards the bathroom.

I opened the website for the very first time and there were so many dirty things I saw. A woman’s face covered in cum and the title read something like – bukkake. Or something. Then there were 7 men standing with their dicks in their hands as they degraded a women by pissing on her. Ew, no! Not this stuff. I want to watch something romantic and probably toned down After some time I found the one I really liked, the guy was huge and the girl was little, she almost looked under age but she wasn’t. I watched the entire episode of that porn and logged in the other one when Ronan returned with a delicious platter of steak.

With COVID, I’m not around anyone but Kent. And that’s going great. So I do it. I open Pornhub, mirror it to my TV, and pull up my favorite big-dicked gay p**n actor, Rocco Steele. The opening scene—just watching him kiss and fondle the guy in bed with him—gets me hard almost instantly. His hands on the guy’s ass and cock? Fuck, it’s sexy as hell. They both look so eager for it, and when that big-ass dick comes out, my own dick twitches in my boxers.

Then we're scrolling through our favorite saved pornography websites, all of our various technological vices laid out for us in a half-crescent buffet of sexy digital foreplay. We end up on our favorite p**n site, and she's clicking through video options as her hand begins to rub the outline of my very hard cock through my sweatpants with firmer intent. I start to look like a ghost poking through a white sheet on an outdoor clothesline. She cocks an eyebrow at me like a slope I want to slide down as she clicks on a video that she seems to like, her fingers gliding down my bulging tent. In the video, a girl who looks quite similar to Maddy finds herself in the middle of two very fit young men

He kind of wished Krista wasn't his cousin, then she would be good girlfriend material for him. When they were done talking, Cameron found himself getting hard again. He went on his computer to find some p**n to jerk off to, but his mind kept going back to Krista. He couldn't help himself as he went back on her I*******m page, this time looking for the bikini pics she posted after the Labor Day party, and jerked off to those photos. Afterwards, he decided he couldn't keep doing this and went on the Matched-Up app to start looking around for more appropriate women for him.

I sighed and went to one of the sites Franklyn had mentioned before, starting with the most famous one—Pornhub. I quickly typed in blowjob, and an overwhelming number of results appeared. I grimaced at the sight of all the explicit thumbnails. My throat tightened, and my hands trembled as I hesitated. Could I really do this? Something had already happened between Yohan and me, but the room had been dark, and I was intoxicated that night. I barely remembered what went down, and I had definitely never seen Yohan completely naked—especially not down there. I exhaled shakily and turned off my phone, feeling frustrated.

The ring light glows soft pink around my face, catching the sheen of sweat on my collarbones. My twin braids swing gently as I rock my hips, the tiny remote-controlled vibrator pressed snug against my clit buzzing on its lowest setting—just enough to keep me swollen and needy for the camera. The chat scrolls fast tonight. VirginPrincess22: touch your nipples for us, baby CollegeDaddy87: spread wider, let us see that pretty pink AnonymousWolf: $50 if you moan my name

I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slowly and firmly, savouring the friction. To amp it up, I grabbed my phone from the side table, thumbing open a private browser. Porn—something quick and dirty. I scrolled to a video of a brunette in a rain-soaked shirt, her body arching as a guy peeled it off. The actress moaned, it was fake but effective to heighten the mood, her tits bouncing as he fucked her against a wall.

A pussy appearing through the wall, available for use. He fucks me hard and fast. His hands grip my hips through the hole, pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust. I'm moaning loud enough for the whole theater to hear and I don't care. Let them hear. Let them know there's a woman in booth seven getting fucked by strangers. He comes inside me without warning. I feel his cock pulsing, feel his cum flooding my pussy. Then he pulls out and disappears. Another cock takes his place almost immediately. I've lost count by the time I finally leave the booth.