Novel & Cerita Quiet Sex

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Shasta laughed nervously. "After Sean fucks my cunt, lick him clean. It will be a mixture of his cum and mine, but you know what he tastes like already. The rest will be me. If you're not grossed out by the taste of us on him, try the taste of us on me. It will be much the same flavor, slightly more flavored by my cum." "I don't want to be a queer." "I would never take you for a queer. You will always like cock better, maybe only cock. But there's only one way to find out."

Jacob Qi was at home in bed with one of his servants ,who was giving pleasuring him on the bed ecstically,as they were both enjoying themselves not minding their loud moans, till they both reached their climax together. The servant was under the quilt with him after the sex they had , she was so tired while Jacob Qi wanted to go for more rounds as he roams his hand all over her naked body. He took her breast into his mouth and slid his hand under her, she moaned that made the servant on top of Jacob Qi as he followed the rythm of her movement in bed.

I touch him and he’s stumbling, rolling, falling, falling, falling. My fingers stroke something inside him. “There it is.” He picks up the pace of my stroking, bouncing back on my fingers. “Fuck… I’m gonna come…” He whimpers, shutting his eyes. I peg my fingers against that secret part once. Twice… The third time leaves him shuddering, all his sounds drowned by the cum that explodes all over his mouth, lips, and face. His own dick shoots cum on my chest, face, and hands. It goes on and on, spraying everywhere and decorating the sheets. Quincy Laurent, the straightest man alive, just came without any stimulation on a cock—not just any cock, my cock.

“Explain, because I don’t get it. Am I supposed to be ashamed of making love to you?” “No, but…” “But nothing…it won’t take long, just jerk me off…I promise I’ll make you feel good too.” Quinn’s eyes dropped to stare at the hardness against her thigh, swallowing audibly. “Okay…but you have to be quick…we have to be quiet.” “Alright…” Her hands shook as it wrapped around it, her fingers barely managing to close around such thickness. She knew she should’ve been adamant, she knew she shouldn’t have agreed, but she couldn't deny that she wanted it too.

All she knew was that the almost-kiss hung between them like an unfinished sentence, leaving her aching and wanting and deeply unsettled. Over the next hour, as the household settled into its evening routine, Anne found herself hyperaware of Jeff’s presence. Every time they were in the same room, she felt the weight of what had almost happened, the electricity that seemed to crackle between them like a current waiting to complete its circuit. They tried to act normal around the staff and the grandmother, but it was clear to anyone paying attention that something had shifted. The way they looked at each other held new meaning. The way they stood created new distances. The space between them f

—He whispers in my ear, "Anyone can come in right now. —My mind clouds as I feel something hard brushing against my intimacy until it releases..... —I can stop myself if that's what you want. —smiles sideways —That's what I thought. It was a bomb of emotions that exploded when I felt it, my soul vibrated wanting more, I cling to him while silencing my voice as he held a kiss so voracious and intense that I was lost in the madness of the aphrodisiac pleasure that my body was feeling I lean my body back and his hand holds me so he can get closer to me, his voice telling me what I am drives me crazy and I smile like a slut asking for more in murmurs but he orders me not to hold back. My body te

he said quietly, “when was the last time you had sex and actually felt something after?” Silence. Just that damn ticking clock again. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “I usually leave before the after.” He nodded slowly. “And how often do you stay with yourself?” I blinked. “What?” “When the room is empty. When the lights are off. When no one’s there to validate your existence with hands or moans or breath—what do you do?” I laughed again, but this time it was ugly. Raw. “I smoke. Or scroll. Or... shower.”