Raunchy Short Novels & Stories

They can only try. As I think about her, I can hear her shuffling around and turning to lay on her back. I take a look at her head to toe. She is 1.60 cm tall, 18 years old with beautiful long blonde hair and blue eyes. She has an amazing pair of C cups that look more like D cups on her tiny frame. And to top it all, she has amazing long legs with a gap between her thighs and an amazing small, firm butt. Right now she is wearing simple pink beachwear that shows off most of her smooth, glistening skin. The top is hugging her breasts tightly. I can hardly keep my hands off them. Her small panties are stretched on her hip bones in a way that they leave a gap between her flat stomach and the fab

Mary looked at me with the sweetest smile as she said "Dan, can I snuggle with you, I promise I'll keep you warm" I told Mary she could snuggle with me and as she stood up to change couches I noticed I could see up her loose short little top and see her hard little nipples standing up proud and perky. As she stood in front of the couch waiting for me to make room for her I noticed the tiny boy shorts panties she was wearing perfectly outlining her tiny virgin peach and I felt my cock begin to thicken.

A nurse named Jane was unable to get along with the other nurses in her hospital. She was bitchy, unkind, and constantly quarreling with people. One night after Jane had been particularly horrible to a young student nurse, a bunch of colleagues decided to do something to teach her a lesson.

You? Jax: Shorts. Thinking about your squirt. Send a pic of those perky tits to get me through the day. I sneaked into the bathroom at work — pulled up my shirt, snapped a mirror pic of my bare tits, nipples hard from thinking about him. Sent. Jax: Fuck. Perfect. Hard again. "I'd pin you down, lick you slow till you beg." Ella: "Fuck me deep, make me squirt daddy." And on and on — the dirty talk flowing like we'd been doing it forever.

she taunted before leaving Esme fuming with rage. Later that night, Arla returned home well after midnight, still buzzing from a wild night of partying at the club. She was dressed provocatively, wearing a very short mini skirt and a top that exposed her cleavage. Arla was a tall, slim, medium-toned woman with dark hair, brown eyes, and an enticing figure she never hesitated to show off. Her preference for skimpy dresses, skirts, and crop tops reflected her bold personality.

Please give me a scap, and I want to cut Geralf's throat now. "Short people are unique, look young, with babyface, often can ease because often mistaken students." "Where good is so short." Mock Gerald. I pinched his arm. "So do not call short continue, later Rara added short. Just call high so that Rara can be high." "You're old, so it can't get any higher," Gerald said. "Damn it!" I took an upset. Do you think Gerald's sorry? It's not in the dictionary. He knows it, and his mouth serves to hurt others.

The room felt far too small now, trapping her inside a fortress of gold and uncomfortable desire. "It is alright little one, I am right here with you," Maren whispered while pacing the length of the hardwood floor. She needed fresh air and distance from the man who had just dismantled her defenses with a single look. She adjusted the soft blanket and made her way toward the main living area.

The smile that curved Anya’s lips was nothing short of predatory. She moved with deliberate slowness, her hands gliding down Sandra’s sides, tracing the curve of her hips before slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. Sandra tensed, her breath catching as Anya’s fingers brushed against her wetness, a teasing touch that made her legs quiver.

Anyone would die just to kneel down to him and give him a head! I just also pulled off my shorts and started stroking mine when he started stroking his. He looks so sexy and hot whenever he added lip biting and lip licking while he's stroking his brick. He looked at the comment section and read one of it, "How long is your shlong?"

Ralph chuckle shaking his head. “And I don’t want to fuck you,” Ralph said shamelessly looking at her lips with a hooded gaze. Rara’s cheeks brightened further as she looked startled at him. “What? I guess we were playing ‘who lies better’.” he smirked. The attendant glared for the briefest second at Rara and walked away clicking her high heels. Rara unconsciously fisted the dress on her lap as she hit her inner cheek.