Raunchy Erotica Novels & Stories

She knew the desire was already obvious on her face as well so she didn't hesitate to do as he said. She began to grind and even brought her protruding jewel closer to his masculinity while still sitting on it. She moved to rub her femininity with only thin panties covering it. She was not afraid to do that because she knew that his maleness was also lifeless because of his condition. His two hands were holding her waist again to help her move her body against him. "Damn! Aaaghhhh!" his violent growl was quite loud.

Anyway, I was determined to make Joana remember who fucked her so furiously that night, so one of my hands went down to her ass, and the slaps continued. Moaning and moaning meaningless whining, we gave ourselves to that wet and dirty sex. Our skins began to sweat even more than they already were, but together that way, we just stuck even more. Joana bit her hand to moan loudly, and I said the worst kind of obscenity my mind could gather at that moment, whispering in her ear. Joana moaned again, totally involved by the smell of our sex in the air.

His cock just felt too good that I wanted more of it right that moment. "Daniel!" I moaned loudly as his fingers dug into my hips. He was slamming me down on his cock, and slowly, his thumb was creeping towards my clit. When he touched it, my pussy tightened almost painfully, and I almost came. "Do that again!" I begged. "Please." Daniel did as I asked, brushing his thumb back and forth around my sensitive clit until I was so close to cumming that I could no longer bounce up and down. I was simply grinding my hips into him, rubbing my pussy all over his cock and his hand even more.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

These feelings I pushed down. I reached for the Lussuria Clausa in my bag. A book of spells to suppress erotic dreams, seal the gates of pleasure and protect the body from unwanted spiritual intrusion through sexual channels. Just as I opened the first page…. “Liliane Ravanel with the Lussuria Clausa? Wonders shall never cease,” I heard. I turned to find Adrien watching me over my shoulder. “Are you crazy? Can’t you see I need privacy?” I asked, anger coursing through me. I fucking hate Adrien.

My body rocked violently between them, drool running down my chin as my holes were brutally used. The room filled with the wet, filthy sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, mixed with our desperate moans. The rogues fucked us like animals on a timer — hard, fast, and merciless. Rita’s tits bounced wildly as she was double-penetrated, her belly already slightly swollen from the previous loads. “Harder! Knot me before they get here!” she begged, voice hoarse and dripping with lust. “I want Keiran to see me locked on real cock!”

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

“Not a fucking sound, you filthy little slut.” Elena’s eyes fluttered. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, a fresh gush of arousal sliding down her thigh. Marcus’s other hand slid down her body under the duvet, possessively cupping her breast through the silk, pinching the stiff nipple until she whimpered against his palm. He rocked his hips forward, sliding his now rock-hard cock up and down between her soaked folds, coating every inch in her juices. The fat head bumped her clit repeatedly, sending sparks through her core.

“Your greedy little stepdaughter pussy is sucking me in.” “Yess yes, harder!” I moaned shamelessly, bouncing on his lap. My breasts slapped against my chest with every brutal upward thrust. “Fuck your dirty girl. Use me, oh god, I’m yours, Marcus. I’m your collared slut!” He gripped my hips and pounded into me, the wet slap of skin echoing with the crackling fire. Every thrust ground the vibrator against my most sensitive spot. I came again without warning, screaming his name as my walls clamped down around him like a vice.