Sensual Indian Stories Novels & Stories

The feel of my skirt shifting up, followed by Simon's fingers slipping lower, finding my wetness underneath my panties. "Fuck, you're soaked," he said, his voice dancing on the warmth of my skin. Henry's mouth found mine again, his tongue exploring. Simon's fingers moved inside me, and I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand. "That's it, baby," Henry murmured. "Let us make you feel good." I nodded, speechless as Simon's fingers moved faster, his thumb circling my clit. Henry's mouth descended, his lips finding my breasts, sucking my nipples, grazing them with his teeth.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

“What is wrong?!” She sniffles aggressively, mascara threatening rebellion. “I’m crying like a goddamn baby looking for some baby formula because…” her voice cracks wildly “because this is so fucking amazing that I think no fucking person deserves to read this, this is the best fucking story you’ve ever had and dammit India, I just can’t…” She breaks into another sob. I blink. “That’s like three fucking’s in a sentence,” I deadpan. “Baby girl,” she grabs my cheeks dramatically, “the whole world will be screaming India Seethal when this work drops!”

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

Chapter – 0001 SIREN I've wanted to fuck him since I turned seventeen. Or rather, I've wanted him to fuck me since I turned seventeen. But I became interested in him long before then, I guess...actually from the moment I learned about sex and of all the neat little things I could do with my pussy. Like having a cock shoved into it. Or fingers. Or a dildo. I've always found creative ways to sate my raunchy curiosity. And now, at eighteen, I still want to do the nasty with Mr. Parker, my need rising higher every time he swings by the house.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

he beamed happily “Nah, nope, she is not my sister, she has since long become my object of lust,” He took a step towards Mahira and pulled the saree fabric covering her chest, revealing her blouse and petticoat to everyone's eye, the gap between them exposed her milky fair creamy soft skin on stomach and navel as Navin touched his hand across it, feeling her skin, grabbing a chunk of her skin in his palm and squeezing it in a lewd manner Mahira felt disgusted and forced herself to not drift into sleep, collecting all her might to fight them, realisation dawned upon her now when she understood the meaning of the titles of those movies, they were porn films and now these jerks wanted to make h

‘You’re so good at that,’ she’d pant, and I’d glance up to see my girlfriend looking down at me, her big brown eyes half-shut with pleasure, her cheeks flushed pleasantly. ‘I love to make you feel good, baby,’ I’d murmur into her pussy. Fucking her harder with my fingers. Some nights, we’d get out the vibrators and strap-ons, but not tonight—tonight, I wanted to go bananas on my hot, submissive, Indian lover all on my own steam. Kali wasn’t my first girlfriend, but I was hers. Before me, she had only dated men. We had met at the party of a mutual college friend, got drunk, and ended up kissing ... and that was history.

The only thing I could feel was pleasure, the kind that made me want to throw my head back and yell his name. Their names… With my shirt gone, my nipples were poking through the lace of my bra. They were hard and my legs were trembling. In no time, even my bra was gone. The whiff of air on my bare skin made me shiver. Thumbs caressed my breasts, rubbing every spot like it was some delicate treasure. Adrian didn't stop kissing me. It was like he was holding desperately onto a lifeline, savoring my lips like a starving man. I could tell apart his touch from that of his brother's even with my eyes closed. Adrian's hands felt familiar, unhurried. Even now he moved with that careful certainty tha

"Insatiable." "Only for you." It was true, which terrified him. His sexual appetite had always been moderate, controlled. With Sienna, he felt like a man drowning. She turned in his arms, handing him a mug of coffee. "We need to talk about this," she said, but her hands were stroking his forearms, her eyes dark with want. "We can't just—"