Novel & Cerita Rubirose Sex

I was about to cum, and just in time, Rose yelled my name, throwing her head back and arching her back, giving me complete access to that first-class ass. Gripping her waist roughly, I cum, spilling my seed into her. Letting our bodies collide, I pant. This was the best sex I have ever had. Rose made me feel complete. Trying to calm my breathing, I feel Rose shuffle underneath me. Inhumanly fast, Rose suddenly turns me over and scrawls over me. It surprised me seeing her being so bold with me. Then, positioning herself, I feel her hand on my shaft. “Ready for another round?” Rose said as she slowly lowers herself.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

"What are you to The Black Rose? To my brother?" He seemed caught off guard by my answer, yet at the same time, he looked pleased, his charismatic eyes holding a more curious glint as he leaned in closer, his scent drifting into my nostrils. Tobacco, lavender. The strangest yet, weirdly, enthralling combination. "You're nothing like he said you were," he laughed. "Elijah said you were soft, quiet." My breath caught in my throat. "He told you about me?"

I had found it so disgusting, but at the same time my panties had soaked up with slimy liquid from my vagina. I met the eyes of my abductor and he smirked at me, his brows wriggling. I felt suffocated and I gasped for air. "You like what you see, huh? You wish to join us, huh?"His voice was still sounding constipated, and if it wasn't for the sex sound, I would have scoffed at him. How could that woman allow him to put his dirty penis inside her? Are they not feeling disgusted as their sweat are mixing? Why the heck is the woman crying? Was she not supposed to be enjoying it?

It had been long since they had sex only fearing the baby might get harmed but now Rose was insisting they do it. “Fuck! Rose...” Stephano bit his mouth hard when Rose got a little fast in her pace on his rod. He was stone hard and he knew only her hands could get him this fucking hard. No other woman had ever gotten his dick to be so swollen and hard reaching the maximum length. His big bulbous tip was past her ass cheeks and touching her back.

While we share two men that drive into us hard and fast against the headboard of our bed, Rosa and I kiss and touch ourselves in the most erotic ways ever and my body is fucking sensitive against her touch. It’s the first time Rosa and I would be having sex and does it feel good. When one of the guys takes me, the other faces Rosa and pounds into her with a ferocity that is crazy. While at it, I also suggested a three on one and if I thought the pleasure from Grey and Tristan was much, then this is outright overwhelming. The two guys are in me while Rosa sucks and teases my nipple till I come hard again for the fifth time today. And when it’s Rosa’s turn I do the same for her while frantical

She pressed her body into his—in a hug and his callused hands wrapped possessively around her, while she trembled against his firm grip, basking in her post-orgasm bliss. When Rosealba was done trembling, she buried her head against his chest, trying to catch her breath. And all this while, Drustan held onto her, smirking dangerously to himself. Rosealba’s legs still shook from the orgasm. This was the fastest orgasm she had ever had, and she enjoyed it. But she had something to offer. She should be the only one destined to ruin her. Today, she had something to offer. She had ways to ruin him and leave him begging for more.

The rain in Manhattan didn't wash away sins; it only made the blood slicker on the pavement. Sloane Volkov—known to the underworld as the "Black Rose"—stood in the shadows of an alleyway across from L'Eclat, a club so exclusive its entrance didn't even have a sign. She adjusted the hem of her gown. It was a masterpiece of deep, bruised purple silk that clung to her curves like a second skin. To the casual observer, she was a socialite waiting for a car. To the man she was hunting, she was death incarnate.

‘Yes… I will… I’ll listen to all your words… do it again, please… please…' Rosanne said finally speaking. 'I won't… if you haven't promised to obey me and be nice. Behave.' This time Rodrigo played his finger on Ruby's intimate part, he never imagined he would do something like this, using sex to get his way. Ruby closed her eyes, she sighed and enjoyed the sensation given by Rodrigo. While Rodrigo was still waiting for Rosanne and her answer… he was still moving his finger crazily until Ruby started to limp… then he let go. 'Oh… please..please.' Whined Rosanne.

Rosemary- From the way Lucifer was dominating me I have to admit I was soaking wet in heat. I could tell he wasn’t enjoying that cheap lap dance that desperate whore was attempting earlier. I wanted to make him beg for my wet pussy and scream my name through the walls for every one to hear. I felt challenged and there’s no way I’m losing this one. I stalked toward him ready to tease. “How about I give you a real dance lover boy?” He gave a wicked grin and with a snap of his fingers music began to play.