Punjabi Sex Stories Novelas e Histórias

I could do nothing but wait for his next move, too weak from the way he had drained me of my juices. Mang Jun spoke… “Heh, heh, heh! This is it, girl—the end of your pussy. I’m going to wreck it and make it swell with my fucking.” In a flash, Mang Jun thrust hard—driving his nine-inch cock deep into my tiny pussy. “Ouch! Oh God, Mang Jun!” I cried out, wailing because of the intense stinging and throbbing pain I felt deep inside my pussy. Tears streamed from my eyes…

It makes him groan and fuck me even rougher. We stay like that, fucking hard against the wall. My legs shake from holding on. He pins me tighter, one hand on my ass, the other still spreading my pussy. "You're so tight and wet," he says. "This forbidden pussy feels too good." I moan loud but bite my lip to stay quiet. The taboo of it all makes me hotter. He's my brother in law, and here we are again, risking everything. His cock keeps pounding me violent, hitting spots inside that make my eyes roll back.

My inner muscles were spasming, trying to hold onto him as he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing in the quiet room. I felt the climax coming, a massive, body-numbing explosion. My muscles tensed, my pussy milking his cock in tight, frantic pulses as I came, my screams muffled by his mouth as he kissed me, drinking in my release. Richard let out a raw, jagged roar, his own body shuddering as he emptied himself deep inside me, his hot cum filling me to the brim. He gave one final, violent thrust before collapsing against me, his chest heaving.

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

A bald headed man growls, stroking his massive cock. My pussy clenched, already eager for what was to come. Another girl, younger, was being held down by two guys, her pussy plunged one after the other by some guys standing in line to have their cocks squeezed by her tight snatch. Tears filled her eyes, staring at her cunt being brutalized. "Yes....yes......yes....." She whined, legs shaking beyond control. I perch my ass on a hard leather couch, legs spread open as a waiter brings me a glass of wine. Sipping the drink, my free hand slipped between my thighs, rubbing my soaked folds to contain the ache.

I heard wet stroking sounds from the audience, guys jerking off while they watched. The guys switched positions without pulling out completely. The fat one moved to my pussy, shoving in next to the long one somehow, and my pussy stretched wider than ever. It hurt in the hottest way. The monster took my mouth, feeding me that giant cock until my throat bulged visibly. The long one slid into my ass now, keeping the rhythm going. I was drooling nonstop, my tits bounced wildly, and sweat ran down my back. Every hole was being used perfectly, and I came again, screaming around the monster cock. My pussy gushed around the two cocks stretching it, creamy white juice dripping down my thighs.

“Tell me what you are.” “I’m—ah—I’m a spoiled little brat—” “Louder.” “I’m a spoiled little brat” The words come out shaky as he slams in again. Heat blooms low in my belly. “Please—don’t stop—” He fucks me like he’s been holding back for weeks. Deep, steady, relentless. Every thrust forces another wet sound from where our bodies meet. My juices coat his cock and drip down onto the polished wood beneath us. The smell of sex is thick in the air—salt and skin and the faint sweetness of my perfume. He keeps me folded open, knees near my shoulders, and pounds into me until the second orgasm crashes through me so hard my vision blurs. My cunt clamps down on him in hard, rhythmic pulses. I almost

But no one knows about the other side of me. At night, when the house is quiet, I hide under my covers with my phone and read the kind of stories that would make my mother faint. Dark. Filthy. Full of dominant men who take what they want. Girls who beg for it. Degradation that makes my thighs press together and my heart race. I touch myself to those stories, whispering things I would never say out loud, and then feel crushing guilt the next morning. I’m supposed to be pure. Innocent. The perfect daughter.

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

And somehow… That made this even more dangerous. Because this was no longer just an attraction. It felt deeper than that. More emotional. More consuming. His hand brushed gently along my thigh again but this time they didn't wonder around they went straight into my swollen pussy that was already dripping wet while his dark eyes held mine completely captive. “Sebastian” I moaned his name loudly “You like that princess,” he whispered roughly. “Yes “I moaned loudly. He kept thrusting into me hard and fast with his fingers till I reached my orgasm I cum all over his fingers and he placed his fingers on his lips and licked them.