Sama Sensual Novels & Stories

The sweet vanilla scent of her skin mixed with the raw smell of sex in the room, and it made my spent cock twitch back to life. Sam circled around us, eyes dark with renewed hunger. He still had my cum dripping down the back of his thighs, but that only made him look hotter—marked, owned, and ready for more. He stopped behind Cara, pressing his chest to her back, hands sliding around to cup her small, perky tits through her blouse. “She’s shaking,” Sam murmured against her ear, voice husky. “So fucking innocent. You ever had fingers inside this pretty pussy before, Cara?”

Before she knew it, Samael had closed the distance between them and he stood barely an inch from her, his masculine scent intoxicating her senses. Bending toward her, he inhaled her neck and shoulder, savoring the smell of the bath oils and her own sweet scent. She didn't realize he'd undone her towel only feeling the fabric as it slipped down her legs and pooled around her feet. Her nipples stood erect under his heated gaze as his eyes caressed every inch of her body, lingering on the slightly damp patch between her thighs. Samael reached between her thighs and rubbed her moist vulva before slipping his fingers inside her, thrusting into her with firm strokes. He bent his head and took her

Someone fed her their cock and she took it greedily, hollowing her cheeks, tears already streaking the gold dust on her face. They never rushed. Every touch was choreographed: a bite here, a soothing lick there, a sudden slap across her breast that made her gasp around the cock in her throat. The chains sang with every jerk of her body. Lila appeared wearing a harness of black straps and a thick silicone cock that gleamed under the lights. She pressed against Sasha’s back, whispered, “Breathe,” and pushed in without warning. Sasha’s scream was muffled by the cock sliding deeper down her throat. The dual penetration was immediate, overwhelming. The audience moaned when they saw her eyes roll

I didn’t move fast. I wanted to feel it. Then shoved another, then another. Three fingers fully inside my cunt. The pace increased, I slammed in and out. Mouth wide opened, eyes bulging out of their socket. With my other hand, I pulled out my tit. Nipples hard and pointed as the breeze slapped them, sucking and nibbling, rolling my tongue on it. It felt good. Call me crazy. Call me a slut. But I was going crazy, obsessed with my stepdad.

I gulped at the sight. I covered my mouth with my free hand and gasped at the sudden sight. I knew Samael was someone who had difficulty controlling his sexual desires, but this is far from what I knew. This is too vulgar and sadistically realistic. This room isn’t a room for humans anymore. This is more likely a room for a demon.

Warning: This Chapter Contains Sexual Acts. Please Read It At Your Own Risk. Nikola What a sight to my eyes! I must agree Mattea had sent a bomb this time. The way she moved her thick ass in a sensual way, grinding it opposite to the wall while biting that plump lower lip, her pussy was popping out as if it wanted to be licked till the last drop.

Pushing myself up onto my toes in pleasure, wanting more, my moans escape my lips. His lips tease the back of my neck as his hand explores my body, touching every part he can reach. The flogger now runs up and down over me, quickly hitting my backside. I feel the sharp sting of the shock through my breasts as the clamps send vibrations through me. My moans are louder now, feeling the pleasure, but I still have the feeling of wanting more, not ‘want’ but ‘need’.

Bending his colossal frame downward, he buried his face deep into my crotch, right against my core—drenched, gleaming, and fluttering with sweet moisture. With sensual, wet sounds of desperate suction and passionate kisses in oral devotion. "Aaaaah! Ah! Taste me! Cherish me completely! Aaaaaat!" Sam-seok's ferocious tongue teased my stiffly erect sensitive pearl, ravenously tasting the sweet nectar of my core, a slurry of oil and female juices. Simultaneously, his hands like cauldron lids swept up, roughly kneading and squeezing my breasts—smeared with oil and sweat—as if to burst them.