Relatos Eroti Novels & Stories

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

I thought we were coming to take shower together, but seems I didn't understand whatever Leo said so well He began drawing circles on my butt. After a short while, he leaned closer to my ear and whispered seductively "I think we'll have a second round this morning" "Huh?" a slight gasp escaped my lips when I felt Leo's fingers wandering around my already wet folds. He hadn’t started anything yet, but I had already become wet like never before. His words sent chills down my spine, and I couldn’t help but to spread my legs open slightly to give him more access to my wet place

The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away. He hadn’t noticed me. He was too lost in his own pleasure. My breathing deepened. The guilt I had felt earlier dissolved, replaced by a rush of heat between my legs. Without thinking, I slipped my right hand into my panties, feeling the damp lace cling to me. My left arm stayed braced against the wall, but my left hand rose to cup my breast, fingers teasing my nipple through the thin fabric of my T-shirt. I shut my eyes briefly, letting the sensations spread through me, the slow circles over my clit, the sharp tug of my nipple. When I opened them again, Bruno was still stroking himself, stil

He was both enraged and aroused by the dream he’d just had, and there was nowhere to vent, no one to vent on. The visuals of him forcing his massive cock into the asshole’s mouth was both repulsive, alarming and arousing. Why in hell would he have to dream about being intimate—in a rough way—with the one person that he hated to the very core. Was it because he’d gone to bed thinking about Rafael Delgado's green eyes and the way they darkened with malice whenever they found him? Or the way his muscles rippled beautifully across his chest and arms as he walked? Or the familiar scent that wafted from him?

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

Lara slid her hand down beneath the waistband of her shorts. The first touch was tentative, testing. A slow rub that had her breathing out a shaky sigh. The danger of it, the proximity of her roommate only a few feet away, made her pulse throb harder. She pushed deeper, fingers finding slickness, circling her clit in lazy strokes.

EPISODE FOUR: Squirting all over his face Blake’s fingers brushed over Selena’s swollen pussy lips, slow and teasing, letting his touch drum lightly on the soft, wet flesh. His forefinger slid right between them, dragging through the slick heat and coating itself with her juices. His thumb pressed and circled her clit, slow enough to drive her mad but not nearly enough to give her what she craved. Selena shifted, prying his hands off her thighs as if she could pull him exactly where she needed him. Her hips trembled when his fingers returned, stroking over her clit again, just firm enough to send shivers racing through her but never enough to tip her over.

"Luke, stop. This isn't right." "Ain't stopping now," he answered, sliding one hand down to cup between my legs over my shorts. He rubbed slow circles right on my clit. "Your body is already telling me yes. Feel how hot you're getting?" My breath caught when his fingers pressed firmer. Even through the fabric I could feel the heat building. Luke leaned in more, his mouth close to my neck. "I know you liked me watching last night. You left your legs open on purpose. Let me see James's cum leaking out of that pretty hole."

He starts moving again, slower this time, drawing it out. “One more,” he murmurs. “Give me one more, little wolf.” “I can’t…” “Yes, you can.” He grinds against my clit with every thrust. “Come for your mate. Show me how good I make you feel.” The fourth orgasm builds slowly, a deep rolling pleasure that starts in my core and spreads outward. When it finally crests, it’s gentler than the others but somehow more intense. More meaningful. Because this time, we’re bonded. Mated. Tied together for eternity.

“Does Lena even know how to handle that thing? Or does she just cry when you try to put it in?” “Joan.” His voice was warning now, but he hadn’t hung up. She could hear him breathing. She rolled onto her back, thighs pressing together. The ache between her legs was getting annoying. She’d been single for four months now and her last hookup was a disappointment with an average dick and zero rhythm. And now her own blood brother had accidentally sent her the most pornographic picture she’d ever received in her life. She typed another message while still on the call. **Joan:** the head is so fat. is that precum I see on the tip?