Relatos Eroti Novels & Stories

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.

He pulls out just enough to let her ride the wave, then slams back in, his cock throbbing as he fills her with hot spurts of cum that leak out around his shaft, mixing with her own juices. The other girls aren’t far behind. The brunette on his face arches, crying out as she comes, her juices dripping onto his chin. The dark‑haired girl riding his face shudders, her thighs trembling as she rides his mouth to climax, her cries mingling with the blonde’s aftershocks. The room is a mess of sweat, semen, and satisfied sighs, the night air thick with the aftermath of pure, unfiltered lust. I’m left panting against the glass, my own orgasm crashing over me like a wave. My fingers slide out, slick a

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.

Soft music played and my best friend had cleared out everyone else so it was just us and her two best technicians. “Relax, babe,” Patricia said, watching as one of the girls spread warm wax over my pussy. “This is step one. Getting rid of all that neglected shit.” I winced as the first strip came off, but the pain felt good somehow. Like I was shedding old skin. They waxed me completely smooth -- pussy, ass, everything. When they finished, one of the girls, a tall muscular guy named Rico, poured warm oil all over my body. His hands were strong, like really.. strong and bold.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.