Sadistic Beauty Yuri Novels & Stories

Yuri gulped down the sweets that were in his mouth and looked in disdain at the guy who was once again smiling creepily. “You need to spend some time in horni jail,” Yuri rolled his eyes at Kim. “Heh, but you did like it when I did a perverted thing to you.” Kim caught hold of his arms and pulled him in a tight hug. “What? There is no such thing as that!” Yuri said in a high pitched tone but that only gave away his squeaking voice. With his arms being caught, he did not even have time to run away from there. All he could do was try to slowly find

Yuri bucked against her mouth, fingers twisting almost painfully in Akari's hair. "Akari! I'm... I'm going to..." Yuri babbled incoherently, lost to the pleasure consuming her. She was right on the edge, teetering on the brink of ecstasy... Akari chose that moment to close her lips around Yuri's clit and suck hard, sending her flying over the edge with a hoarse cry. Yuri spasmed and shook, waves of bliss crashing over her as she cummed harder than she ever had in her life. She collapsed back against the tub, chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Akari placed soft kisses along her inner thighs, coaxing her down gently. "Beautiful," she whispered. "You're so beautiful when you cu

My fingers were almost completely sucked inside. Then Yuria mounted him and used her hand to insert his C*ck inside her. When she had him deep inside, she started a steady rotation of her hips. As she walked, the margins of her pale blue garment brushed my exposed stomach and thighs. With the skirts of the dress spread out around her, Yuria rode atop him, appearing like a soft, massive mushroom that had silently peeked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the protecting wings of night. Her v*gina felt simultaneously warm and freezing.

The feverish crescendo matched the music's pounding heartbeat—a rhythm unyielding, an illusion I couldn't break. The outline of Lana's body was familiar yet unremarkable as I lost myself in the frenzy of pursuit. Desperate to escape reality, my thrusts became erratic, seeking satisfaction that eluded my bruised heart. Her cries rose in pitch, cascading over me like an echo of emotions I couldn’t reciprocate. She begged me for more, and compliance was automatic.

The wet sounds of my mouth on her, the slap of my hips, her nails digging into my back while she moaned like a dirty slut for me. My fist pumped faster. Pre-cum poured from the slit, dripping onto the bathroom floor in thick strings. I spat into my palm and stroked harder, the slick, sound of it filling the small room. I thought about how her pussy used to grip me, hot and already soaked, clenching every time I bottomed out. How she’d beg for it deeper, harder, while those perfect tits bounced with every thrust. I wanted to paint them. Wanted to come all over those soft mounds, watch my cum drip down the valley between them, smear it into her skin until she was shiny and marked.

“Your loss. However, we must remove the brat. Yuri switched out his now flaccid cock for his hand and instead of fingering her. He used his hand and had her screaming in no time.” “Yuri! Oh my god! Yes, more! Please.” She was the perfect slut for him. He watched his hand disappear and her body shack around it. “More.” The cunt opened her legs wider for his fist, which angered Yuri a little more and upped his glee. She should beg him to stop, but the twisted bitch wanted it. “I’ll give you what you want and need. Hold still and take what I give you.” Yuri lifted her butt over her head, her back arched at an impossible angle. His eyes glinted with malice and excitement.

It was none other than Yuri. She was dressed in a gray school uniform of Kaiwei winter, with a pleated skirt. Her legs were long and straight, and her long hair was casually tied up on the back of her head. Her cold face was natural beauty, without any makeup embellishment. Standing there, she instantly overshadowed the nineteen girls dressed up delicately. Some people were born to be God's favored food, such as Yuri. 。 She won just by her beauty. "Wow!" Someone screamed when they saw Yuri.

"You will eat when I tell you to eat. You will sleep when I tell you to sleep. And when the deal is finalized, I will personally hand your leash over to Victor Petrov. Until then, little bird... you are my prisoner." I pulled my knees up to my chest, curling into a tight ball against the leather seat as the SUV tore into the pitch-black darkness of the rural highways. The innocent college student I used to be was officially dead, replaced by a terrified captive trapped in a golden cage of power and forbidden desire. I looked at the back of my stepbrother's head, my heart shattering into a million pieces, completely desperate to find a way to survive the frozen nightma re waiting for me at th

Once again, that stupid attraction to bad men. The young woman shook her head, trying to dismiss those crazy thoughts. The next day, Tiodor presented himself in front of her again. "Little girl." "Hey, I don’t like being called that," she dared to say, "I don’t know if you know this, but I’m twenty-three years old, I’m not a ‘brat.’" "You’re an immature brat, that’s what you are." Libia pouted and got up from the bed.

he said and he poured wine into a glass and then walked over to Damian who was already standing in front of me. “You know the rules…you dare not touch what belongs to me,” Damian said but the rabbit—masked man interrupted, “oh please! You made the rules doesn’t mean I follow them. I have the right to disobey whoever.” The rabbit-masked man lowered to my level and touched my face as he searched my eyes. “Besides…She’s a beautiful one. Why don’t I buy her from you? At a good price,” rabbit masked said, as he got up. I chuckled, annoyed.