Novel & Cerita Punjabi Audio Sex Stories

“Tell me.” “I’m touching my pussy.” “Good, baby girl. Push two fingers inside. I want to hear how wet you are.” I did as I was told. My folds were slick, hot, and wet. The noises my wet pussy made seemed to drown out any of the rain that beat against my window. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this aroused. It seemed like ages ago. I pressed two fingers, then three, inside myself, using my thumb to circle my clit. I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to hold on to this feeling for a while. Who knew when I would feel it again.

“You were made for this cock, weren’t you? Selling your tight virgin cunt to a stranger like a desperate whore.” The dirty words made her face burn with shame, but her pussy clenched even tighter around him. Each thrust sent sparks of pain and pleasure shooting through her body. The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into her soaked pussy filled the room , loud, obscene, and completely shameless sounds. Alexander grabbed her legs and pushed them back toward her chest, folding her in half. The new angle let him drive even deeper, his cock battering against her cervix with every savage thrust. “Fuck… yes… take it deeper,” he snarled, pounding into her harder. “This is what you wanted, isn’

“This cunt is gripping me perfectly. Made for rough use.” He fucked me hard and fast, talking the whole time. “You came here for a story but you’re going to leave me addicted to my cock.” I came again, clenching around him. He followed soon after, pulling out and releasing across my stomach in hot spurts. Afterward he cleaned me gently with a warm cloth. The contrast between rough sex and soft care confused me. “Night one complete,” he said with a smirk. “Tomorrow we will go deeper. Much deeper.”

“Good girl,” he purred, his voice a low, possessive rumble that vibrated through her very bones. “You’re a much better liar than I thought. That was hot. Listening to you tell him you loved him while my fingers were knuckle-deep in your cheating cunt.”

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

My own pussy clenched at the sight of him wrapping his fingers around his thick cock. He murmured, “I bet she’s dripping wet, and not just from the bath.” Jeremiah's hand slid lower, curving around my arse and then he pushed my thighs apart. I could feel the cold air touching my hot core, knowing Lachlan was right and I was melting for them from inside and out. I sucked in a breath when my husband’s palm cupped my pussy from behind and then his middle finger slid between my folds. “Soaked.” His voice was a rough rasp. “Zasuni dva pal’tsa v nashu kisku.” ____ A. Gupta