Sensual Indian Stories Novels & Stories

His gaze dropped to my heaving tits, barely contained by the pulled-up gown, nipples hard and begging. “I know exactly what I’m asking,” I whispered, stepping closer until my body brushed his. “Damien hasn’t fucked me properly in five years. I’m soaked, Ethan. Look at me.” I hiked my gown higher, showing him my dripping pussy, lips swollen and glistening. “Fuck me. Please.” He groaned, a deep sound that vibrated through his chest. His hand came up, hesitant at first, then bold, cupping one of my tits through the fabric. His thumb flicked my nipple, and I moaned softly, arching into him.

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

@sexytems is online. The lingerie I’d chosen tonight was barely there,a delicate black lace bralette that framed my nipples like a teasing promise, the fabric so sheer it hid nothing and everything at once. My G-string disappeared between my ass cheeks, and the tall black socks hugged my thighs, ending just below the curve where my legs met my hips. The heels made my calves tight, my posture arched. I felt powerful. Filthy. Alive. “Hey, babies,” I purred, letting my voice drop into that low, honeyed tone my subscribers craved. My fingers trailed slowly down my stomach, nails grazing skin. “Missed you. Been thinking about all the dirty things I want to do for you tonight.”

They locked the door behind me and left. I sat on the edge of the mattress, heart pounding, when the door opened again. Vincenzo stepped in wearing only black pants, chest bare, tattoos shifting under the low lights. “On the bed, Leo. Face up. Legs spread.” I moved without thinking. My body already knew what he wanted. I lay back, knees falling open, cock twitching even though I tried to fight the pull. He grabbed a black bag from the nightstand and dumped out a thick dildo, a vibrating plug, and lube. “You’re not fighting anymore, are you?” His voice was rough as he climbed between my legs. “Look at you. Already wet for me.”

Selena’s moans grew louder, more broken, as unwanted orgasms tore through her. They passed her around like a shared bottle of whiskey. A French aristocrat made her suck him under the table while another man fucked her from behind. Two men took her at once: one in her pussy, and the other one forcing his way into her tight ass despite her sobbing protests. The burning stretch turned into a dark, overwhelming fullness that made her come so hard she nearly blacked out. Samson watched it all from his throne-like chair, slowly stroking his massive cock. When they’d used her thoroughly, leaving her dripping with cum from multiple men, he finally claimed her again.

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

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Three fingers sliding inside me in one smooth motion that made me cry out and grip the sheets so hard my knuckles went white. "Oh fuck," I gasped, my whole body lighting up. Tina began to move and the sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt. She pressed deep, so deep, hitting a spot inside me that felt almost painful and almost too much and absolutely perfect all at once. A place I didn't even know existed until this very moment. "Right there," she breathed, watching my face with fierce concentration. "Feel that?" I couldn't answer. Couldn't form words. All I could do was moan. Loud unrestrained moans that I didn't even try to hold back. My back arched off the bed, my hips grinding aga

“Please.” He relents to my pleading. My eyes roll back as he slides into me with a little more pressure, but still in slow motion like the first time. I tilt my head backwards and part my lips to allow uncontrollable moans to escape. My toes curl as he slides in and out of me with such skill that can rival the Greek gods – not that I’ve had sex with the Greek gods, but this is how I imagine it. My fingers dig into the sheets, and I can no longer string a word. Moans and gasps are the only things I know how to say.