Novel & Cerita S X Short Stories

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

She opens her eyes and smiles, running her hand over my abs. "Good morning. I want to talk to you about something." Sasha looks at me with concern. I know that even though I've marked her, it will take a while for her to realize that I will never leave or hurt her. She's been treated badly by so many people that the uncertainty is still there in her eyes. "Is everything okay?" She unknowingly rubs her hand over the waistband of my boxers, and I stop breathing while I beg my penis not to react.

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We had booked a cheap extended-stay motel on the outskirts of the city, thin walls, hourly-rate clientele, the perfect anonymous shithole for two sex addicts to regroup and indulge without restraint. The moment we checked in and dragged our bags into Room 214, the door barely clicked shut before we attacked each other. “No more holding back for fucking neighbors,” Marcus growled, shoving me against the flimsy door. I was already soaked. He ripped my sundress off, exposing my heavy tits and dripping cunt. His thick fingers plunged straight into my hole, three at once, stretching me open while his thumb ground my swollen clit. “This greedy pussy missed being loud, didn’t it?” I moaned like a w

“Oh god… yes…” The orgasm hit me hard. My pussy clenched tight around my fingers. My legs shook. Wetness soaked the sheets. I lay there breathing fast. Tears filled my eyes. “What am I doing?” I whispered. “She is my sister.” I closed my eyes. Sleep came fast. In the dream, the door opened softly. Xavier walked in. “I could not wait any longer,” he said. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Then he took off his pants. His cock was hard.

Sia’s POV (18 years old) The next day in Biology class, the atmosphere was completely different. Everyone kept glancing at me. Whispers stopped the moment I walked in. No one had said a word outside the classroom — my stepdad’s warning had worked. I sat in the front row this time, already wet. My short pleated skirt barely covered my ass, and I wasn’t wearing panties. I knew what was coming. My stepdad — Mr. Hale to the class — stood at the front with a calm, authoritative expression. “Today we continue our practical unit on human reproduction. We will explore ten different mating positions and their reproductive advantages. Sia, come to the front, please.”

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She opened him up before everyone was about to get home and scared Zac that if he told this to anyone then she would lock him again. When I returned home, I looked for Zac all over the house but couldn't find him. “Have you seen Zac?” I asked Caroline “No.” She answered and continued using her phone. I went to my room and closed the door. I sat on my bed and heard something strange. Someone was weeping. I looked under my bed and I saw Zac hiding and weeping under my bed. “What happened Zac?” I hugged him after he came out. “She...She--” He couldn’t speak out of fear. I consoled him and gave him some water.

Renata was a girl who lived very modestly in a popular neighborhood in Mexico, she lived with her parents and three sisters, one of them was already married and had done very well, she had a very strong character and was the only one who faced her father without fear of being beaten. One day when she was still living with them, she came home from work and her father was hitting her mother, she interposed herself and her father was ready to hit her too, so she said to him: "Come on, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me: