Relatos Eroti Novels & Stories

Her pussy vibrated, and she could feel her clit begging for attention, Helena was no stranger to this feeling, they’d not only helped each other masturbate multiple times before, but they had really fucked, fingered and scissor each other before. “And that too in the same hospital? Talk about fate.” Elora added, trying to stop herself from thinking about how delicious Helena’s nectar was, she wanted to have that cunt in her mouth and suck on it like her life depended on it. She loved the kind of face that Helena made whenever she was on the verge of orgasm, she loved the sound too, and there was nothing she loved more than being the one drawing that reaction out of her. Helena loved it too,

asshole sending strong vibrations through my entire sex. Father Michaels put out that candle. That’s when I noticed that he was tall enough his hips were even with mine. He pulled my ass to the edge of the altar. “Hold those candles in your hands and that phallus in your mouth,” he ordered sternly. With that, he pulled his swollen cock from his pants, pulled my ass slightly over the edge of the altar, and slid his cock inside me with a vigorous thrust. Now, with the butt plug still vibrating and the clothespins and now cooled wax drippings all over my body, he slid his thick cock in and out of me in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Sensation slid from my belly to the peaks of my breasts to the ti

the soft noises of his mouth, my helpless whimpers, the low groans vibrating against me. My fingers curled against the desk, nails scraping wood as pleasure coiled tighter in my belly. “You taste like every dirty fantasy I’ve had since September,” he murmured against me. “Sweet. Filthy. Mine.” He sucked my clit hard, then eased two thick fingers inside, curling them against the spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “Oh God...Dade...” “That’s it,” he encouraged, pumping slowly while his tongue worked. “Let me hear you. No one else is here. No one else gets to know how loud you get when your professor does this.”

He stopped in front of me and cupped my chin. “Get on your back on the rug as you spread your legs.” I sank onto the thick rug in front of the fire. The wool was warm against my spine. I spread my thighs wide, exposing everything to him and to the camera. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Look at that pink pretty pussy.” “Do you like it?” I asked, face flushed. “How about I show you if I like it or not.” I swallowed. Hale moved between my legs and ran his hands up my inner thighs, thumbs brushing close to my pussy but never quite touching. He reached for the small bottle of lubricant and poured it on my pussy.

Soft, wet sounds carried across the water. His mouth found my neck, open and hot, kissing a slow path down to the tops of my breasts while his fingers kept working me under the surface...steady, deep strokes that made my hips rock forward against his hand. The water made every movement feel smoother, more secret, even though we were completely visible. “Feel how wet you still are,” he whispered, thumb circling my clit while his fingers fucked me. “Like your body already knows it isn’t finished yet.” I could only moan in answer, head tipping back against the tile as he sucked one nipple into his mouth beneath the waterline, tongue flicking while his hand kept the same relentless rhythm betwee

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

My cock jerks against my stomach, smearing precum in shiny streaks. “Look at you,” he breathes. “So pink. So wet. Dripping for me. Twist your fingers. Find that spot—the one that made you scream my name last night.” I curl them, searching. When I brush it, electricity shoots up my spine. My back arches off the bed. “Reed—fuck—” “There it is.” He groans, palming himself harder. “Hit it again. Slow circles. Milk it. Pretend it’s the head of my cock grinding right against your prostate, making you leak like a faucet.”

A one-on-one talk sitting in a table with a coffee in hand would be good, not in a bedroom with me writhing in pleasure! "He-he was my childhood sweetheart," I started, half panting. "That is the truth! We-we dated for several years and our relationship...ahhh...our-our relationship was...was on and off! Shit Eriol stop this please!" I begged in the end, not wanting his finger fucking get on my way of pouring out my past to him. "No. I will not stop. Continue Andrea. I want to hear more." And with that, he circled my clit, stimulating it, making me bite my bottom lip out of delirium. Picture me with measured breaths, trying to calm my lust by holding on tightly the white sheets.

He took a condom from the side of the bed. He will really claim her body! She didn't know why she didn't get up and just kept watching his every move. Eventually, he poked the head of his manhood to her wetness and rubbed it several times. She closed her eyes again and bit her lip hard. He slowly inserted the head of his maleness into her hole. "Ahhggghhh! Sh*t! Ahhh!" His successive growl as he slowly buried his "thing". He slammed into her as he continued to press it inside.

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the