Quiet Sex Novels & Stories

The unmistakable sounds of lovemaking filled the air. Don froze, his face going pale as he turned toward Fiona in disbelief. The guy clapped his hands. "If you all wanna see the uncensored video, scan the code and join the group chat! It's free!" One of his goons held up a big piece of paper with a giant QR code printed on it. The crowd rushed over immediately. Within minutes, a bunch of young guys were squatting on the ground, grinning as they watched the video on their phones. The moans and gasps echoed through the crowd, making Fiona's face flush a deep red.

Just as Arya was about to follow her parents into the house, she was stopped by Allison. “What are you doing?” Allison asked with an eye roll. Confused, Arya could only keep quiet at the blank stare Allison sent her way. “Have you ever seen a married woman sleeping in a different house from her husband?” Allison asked her another question, this time her face flushed a bright shade of red- just a bit brighter than her hair- and she couldn't help but open her mouth in shock. “I-I’m not married yet...” Arya tried to deny the situation.

, She chuckled more but soon enough she felt her heart pump at a high speed when she saw him walking towards her . " Am ....am ...am so..", Trembling she began to talk herself inwardly but he was now near her . " What is it Rinna ? , Are you now afraid " , He whisper yelled when she noticed the fear in her eyes but even when she tried to be strong she this time failed to say anything and surprisingly it was not because that he was angry but all because he was near her . He was so near that she now smelled his sweet perfume , the body perfume which was now making her become weaker and to make it worse with the position they were in she realized that his chest was resting on one of her breast

,I whimper. I feel another orgasm coming and I turn the clit sucker up to the highest setting screaming as it sends me to a screaming orgasm squirting all over myself and the cock pumping in and out of me harder. I turned both up and now I'm limp and can't move as the fake cock keeps thrusting in and out. My cell rings and I grab it looking at who is calling me but ignore it seeing it's the tech guy I hired.

Her mouth was open for my kiss by the time I reached her. I loved the taste of pussy and cum in tandem – the polarities of pure sex, in the beautiful twist of tongues. This particular set of polarities was perfection in human form. We laid together on the chesterfield awhile in the aftermath of orgasm, with me at her back, my arms holding her tight. I breathed in the scent of her coconut hair as we calmed together, and it was a peace I hadn’t known in months. I, Julian Lockley, am a sex addict, who likes the degradation of barely legal girls.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

Sex. Could you be any more of an idiot, Tyrith? Of all the things, you had to say sex. And in front of Lucian. He was going to think I liked him. God, I wanted to die. How could such a word leave my mouth? Sure, it had been a while since I indulged in such acts. I spent my heat cycle locked in my apartment. My life was fine without sex. At least, I thought so, but to say such a thing. Such abomination.

"You're looking kind of tired. Your man keeping you up late at night?" "Geni!" Quincy reprimands. "What? You think she's been staying up late playing cards?" Geni leans forward as she asks for details. "How is he? A ferocious tiger in the sack? A gentle lover? Give me details." "I'm not giving you details, Slutbag." Somehow insults have become our thing. We trade them back and forth constantly. The stranger, the better. "What happens in the privacy of my bedroom, stays there." She snorts. "You're full of shit."

I grasp her waist obsessed as though I was going to imprint the image of her going up and down in my memory forever. “You naughty pussy, you like that, don’t you?” I tease her, rubbing her clit while simultaneously thrusting harder with every passing second. Her breath is laboured. She looks at me. I raise my arm and she starts licking my finger. She wants to suck. With one hand on my abs, she goes down enjoying herself like a vixen. “This huge cock...how can someone’s cock be this perfect for my hole? hmmm..slurp...I missed that.” she moans