Rianti Novel Erotis Roy Passenger Novels & Stories

The enjoyment, exuberance and ebullience attached with their perspiration and panting breath, seemed to be endlessly continuous on their hot bed at that night. “You’re mine, Eriwan… Say that you’re mine, Eriwan…” hissed and growled Erito at the cliff of the enjoyment sensation burning at his underpart down there. “I’m yours, Erito… From my hair to toes, I’m yours, Erito… Have me for the rest of your life… How about you, Erito? Are you mine? Or are you Renata Limidius’?” asked Eriwan in the middle of his panting breath, his lots of perspiration and his enjoyment sensation flinging him to the middle of the cyclone and hurricane of the heaven horizon up there.

He groans through it, grinding, making sure I take every drop. When he finally pulls out, cum immediately starts dripping down my thighs. “Your turn,” he tells the passenger. The passenger releases my wrists. But only to reposition me. He spins me around, lifts me onto the crates so I’m sitting on the edge. My ruined blouse hangs open. My bra is still shoved beneath my breasts. My skirt is bunched around my waist, and the driver’s cum is leaking from my exposed pussy. “Look at you.” The passenger stands between my spread legs, drinking in the sight. “Fucked and dripping and we’ve barely started.”

"Miss, do you want to sit in the front?" The driver was a young man in his thirties. He wondered if the female passenger behind him had met a bad guy. But he didn't dare to ask openly. What if the people behind him were really bad man and directly took out their murderous weapon? After the left the woods, Louise was not as afraid as before. She didn't understand what the driver meant. She just shook her head lightly and said, "No need, I'll just sit here."

“Take your panties off and hand them to me.” My face burned. The restaurant was full. Soft jazz played. People chatted around us. But the thrill hit me hard between my legs. I glanced around nervously before slipping my hands under the long tablecloth. My fingers hooked into the lace and I slid them down my thighs, balling them up quickly. I passed the damp fabric to Ryan under the table. He smirked and tucked them into his pocket. “Good girl,” he murmured. “My little whore is already soaked for me in public.”

Erica The kiss progresses into more in a matter of seconds. Warm hands snake up the inside of my sweater as Callan's thumbs brush over my nipples, and I shiver. "Callan," I gasp. Still seated on the couch with Callan kneeling on the floor in front of me, I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing his body closer to mine. Pushing forward, Callan's hard cock comes into contact with the space between my legs, causing me to moan. "Oh, God."

"I remember our first encounter in your office. You taught me how to act out a scene. I have to ask you something." He paused, curious. "What is it?" "Did you have a girlfriend before?" Joaquin paused for a moment, then resumed dunking the tea bag, serving me a cup. "Why do you ask?" "Your books have such detailed romance scenes," I replied, taking a sip of the tea. "I was surprised when I first read one. I thought it was written by a woman. And when we acted out that scene, you were so convincing. You flirt well. Are you a womanizer?"

Anthony asked and I nodded. Parked across us was a Rolls-Royce, waiting for us with a driver standing beside the luxury car, ready to take us to our honeymoon. There were paparazzis behind a barricade on the other side, taking pictures of us and yelling out our names. I tried not to roll my eyes at them and began to make my way to the car with Anthony beside me.

She was so close to the driver’s-side window that the angle was all wrong. Nodding to herself, Harriet put the car in gear, released the handbrake and maneuvred down the drive on the way to her illicit adventure. The hand car wash was only a five-minute drive away, but she was already so excited that she could barely wait to get there. As a result, she broke out in a light sweat and a wash of heat rose up her cheeks and gathered between her legs. Huffing, Harriet switched on the air-conditioning then grinned. If she was already feeling this agitated and horny, she’d probably end up coming before they’d even given her car a preliminary once-over with the jet spray. She might even manage two o

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Irene said opening up the car Antonio was burning up with emotions inside of him,he observed Irene closely as she was about stepping down from the car Her stomach looked more bloated and she had gotten a little bit fatter,she looked more beautiful than the Irene he used to know Antonio couldn't let go,he dragged her by the hands The both staring at each other, almost sharing the same breath Antonio quickly without any regrets pressed a kiss on her lips passionately Closing her eyes Irene finally let out her emotions,she reciprocated by kissing Antonio passionately “I will always be here for you”. Antonio said finally letting go of Irene's hands Irene nodded slowly as she stepped down from th