Novel & Cerita Raunchy Erotica

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.

“Bet this virgin ass would look incredible stretched around real cock.” The filthy words sent me over again. I squirted hard, soaking Jake’s thighs as I wailed around the dick in my throat. They kept rotating—each man taking his turn pounding my creamy, cum-filled pussy while the others used my mouth, tits, and hands. The explicit sounds were pornographic: loud squelching, gagging, moaning, skin slapping skin. The smell of sex—musky cum, my sweet pussy juices, and sweat—hung thick in the air.

Anna remained bent over the coffee table, her full tits pressed flat against the wood, ass up and legs spread obscenely. Thick cum from Marcus already oozed from her bright pink pussy, the puffy lips swollen and glistening under the lights. Her inner folds — that vivid, candy-pink center — fluttered visibly, pushing out more creamy white seed that dripped down her thighs in slow, filthy rivulets.

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

The screens showed live feeds of other rooms, and other people. A couple in one room was fucking on a table, the woman bent over while two men took turns. In another, a woman was tied spread-eagle, a man teasing her with a vibrator while she begged. Clara’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs. She was instantly wet. Julian sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. His hand slid under her skirt, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside. “Watch them,” he said against her ear.

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.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.