Sapphic Erotica Lingerie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Just the perfect concoction of cuteness and tantalization in one. Her lip tugged between her teeth, her lush tits proudly jutted out as her perky nipples poked of her sluty dress looking effortlessly and undoubtedly seductive. Shy and aroused as she crossed her legs, the sneak peek the trio caught of her maroon colored lace thong made their mouth water, their cocks simultaneously hardening as if summoned. Sharing another look of understandment, the three men eyed Sofia's softly trembling form. Feeling their desire spike and their pheromones taint the already heady atmosphere. They couldn't focus on anything besides her.

I ask driving my hips faster against his erection my hands hooked upon his shoulders for support as he dips the tips of his fingers into my sodden pussy feeling my dampness that has him grunt with ardour. "Then I would have savagely stolen your virginity from you only to return every night and fuck you against every piece of furniture you owned in that room." "Goddess yes," I whine arching my back shoving my needy cunt further onto his humungous cock as he rips apart my blouse to uncover my breasts to him yet his breath audibly hitches when he catches the red lace string that encircles each boob with his teeth. My cheeks flush even more as I watch him observe the lingerie for I have never wo

Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops. Marcus screamed through the ring gag, but it came out as a wet gargle. The five demons circled Lila slowly, breathing heavy, sulfur and raw lust thick in the air. She stood there trembling, cum still leaking down her thighs from the first two, but her pussy was clenching visibly, hungry for more.

CHAPTER 6 HER KIND OF PLEASURE WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! With my lingerie hugging my body seductively, I purposely dropped the bar of soap to the floor and slowly bent my body down, with slight movements, the hem of my lingerie raised to my thigh, and they could see a little bit of my ass.

My breath hitched as I took her in. She wore the open-cup lingerie from the box—a daring piece of delicate lace and straps designed to frame her body in a way that was both sensual and provocative. The soft lace barely covered her lower half, while the open cups of the bra left her exposed, the thin straps accentuating the curve of her chest. A satin bow nestled between the cups, adding a touch of elegance to the otherwise bold ensemble. She stood there, unabashed and confident, her body a perfect blend of softness and strength.

"But I want to make it up to you. I want to show you exactly how much I want you, without a table, without the ghost, just me." Before he could process the subtle shift in my tone, I reached up and pulled the silk robe from my shoulders, letting the faux fur trim glide down my arms and pool silently on the dark wood floor. I was wearing nothing but a deep sapphire lacy lingerie set. It was delicate, nearly sheer, and utterly defiant. The low cut of the cups pushed my breasts up, and the thin straps barely holding the lace in place.

My voice was already husky. Ten minutes later the door opened. Lila came in. She wore a tight black latex corset that pushed her small breasts up. Below she wore only a tiny thong. Her blonde hair was in a high ponytail. She carried a black leather bag and smiled wickedly when she saw me strung up and exposed. “She’s pretty,” Lila purred as she set the bag down. “Already wet, too. Look at that pretty pink cunt glistening.” Marcus leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and watched. “Make her ache. I want her desperate. Use everything you need. Just Don’t let her come.”

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

The air hummed with it. I straddled his lap in my floral lingerie, the sheer lace bra and matching panties I'd slipped into after my shower, knowing exactly what it would do to him. The pink roses embroidered on the fabric were delicate, almost innocent, but the way the lace hugged my curves felt anything but. Lucien was in his silk night pants, loose and dark gray, hanging low on his hips. No shirt. No underwear. Freeballing, as he'd casually admitted once with that half-smile that always made my knees weak. His chest was bare, warm brown skin glowing under the low lamp, muscles shifting as he pulled me closer.

My pussy’s already soaked just thinking about some stranger staring at it. Lingerie sat tucked in a quiet residential street just off the main drag, its glowing neon sign promising sin behind the innocent facade. The moment they stepped inside, the air hit Lila like warm honey—thick with the scent of expensive perfume, fresh lace, and unmistakable female arousal.