Quiet Sex Novels & Stories

“I know a filthy, little whore like you isn’t going to be able to keep silent while she cums.” My tongue runs over the crook of her neck I lift my eyes and watch Richard finally gets his old, wrinkly ass in gear and shuffles out the door. Sophia’s eyes are closed and has no idea he’s left, so with a wicked grin, I work her little clit harder, watching her try her damnedest to keep quiet. Her whole body is shaking, and the soft, breathy whimpers she’s giving have me nearly busting a nut. My hard cock digs into her perfect ass as she squirms against me even harder, making me let out a deep groan and pinch her nipple so hard her knees buckle.

However, quiet and soft sex was hotter than a loud one. Allana suddenly twisted her body and faced the window while he was still inside her and her back was now facing him. She raised her feet and moved on her own, her breast bouncing along her body. Augustine would not waste the chance and quickly wrapped her breast with his hands, started playing with it while she moved on top of his lap repeatedly, their bodies colliding and separating while white secretions were dripping down the sofa and the floor. Allana felt that she was near her end and hastened her pace, Augustine understood and swiftly placed his arm on her thighs as his fingers played with her clitoris.

Sophia followed, more shyly, until both girls stood in nothing but their panties. “Panties too. Let me see those young pussies.” Both girls slid their underwear down. Lily had a neat little landing strip, while Sophia was completely bald and puffy, still slightly swollen from the earlier dildo fucking. I stepped closer and ran my fingers along both their slits at the same time. They were both soaked. “Get on my desk,” I told them. “On your backs, side by side, legs spread wide.” They climbed up and opened themselves to me. The sight of two wet teenage pussies displayed like that made my mouth water.

Her legs parted and with a smile against her lips, he slipped that same finger inside of her slippery insides. "So wet," Quix moaned against her mouth. He didn't stop the kiss though. Instead, he took that dripping wet finger and started to circle her clit again with more pressure and faster. Her hips bucked at the contact and Quix laughed. "That's it," he encouraged as her eyelids fluttered. "Let go for me."

When he said something like this earlier it was also low making me wonder if people are watching once more? He slammed into me with force "Fuck!" he groaned and I widened my mouth, I would have screamed too but I couldn't. My body was shaking in his grasp but it was all good, I was in complete ecstasy. Luca POV Our eyes were all glazed whilst we palm our shafts as we watch the porn. Eliam way was unique and 'Fuck' the way Quinn was being played and spanked was still replaying inside our mine. She was completely helpless and feeling good at the same time. From the beginning of the sex till now she hasn't been herself and it was also another turn-on. All the dangerous things that Eliam whisper

She wasn't into such a kinky play. Xavier remained silent. He picked her up and placed her on the desk. Then he positioned himself between her legs. In that position, he could easily make contact with her with just a slight shift. Quinn spread her legs apart, not wanting to make physical contact with him. Xavier then supported himself on the desk with both hands and asked, "Do you prefer younger or older guys, Quinn?" Upon hearing that, Quinn furrowed her brow in confusion. What was he getting at? Did something suddenly set him off?

He pressed gently against my swollen folds through the cloth. “So wet already,” he murmured, his voice thick. “Your body knows exactly what it needs.” He rubbed slow circles over my most sensitive spot. My hips jerked forward on their own, a broken whimper escaping my throat. The pleasure was overwhelming, unlike anything I had ever felt. My knees trembled, threatening to give out but Silas caught me, holding me steady against the wall while his fingers continued their wicked work. “Let go, sweet Mary. Let me show you how good it can feel to sin.”

The air hung thick with the musky scent of sex—salty semen, tangy pussy, and the faint incense from the altar beyond. I slid down his body, feeling the heat radiating from his feverish skin through the thin fabric. 'Look at you, Father,' I whispered, my breath hot against his ear, nipping the lobe until he shivered. 'All broken and begging like a whore in heat. But you want more, don't you? You want to bury that holy cock inside us.' Maria knelt beside him, her fingers tracing lazy circles around his navel, dipping lower to tease the sensitive head of his dick, making it jump.

The room buzzed with excitement, and someone shouted, "Let's see a kiss! You can't walk away without showing a little love in public, can you?'" Eric, grinning that easy grin of his, slung an arm around my shoulders. "A kiss for your viewing pleasure? Dream on!" "Oh, come on, don't be bashful!" "Just one little kiss to make it official!" The chants for a kiss echoed around us. I looked down, forcing a smile. From the corner of my eye, I caught Jocelyn Graham's face twisted in a scowl. She bit her lip, eyes fixed on us, and then made her escape. "I need to hit the restroom."