Sensual Mature Women Novels & Stories

‘It seems to really respond to a mother’s touch. Sweet Jesus! The over-endowed MILF was talking dirty and everything! This cock-crazy mama was sure as hell nothing like the typical mothers of the girls I dated; they were usually thick-waisted broads with prison-issue haircuts, Anita Backer, and as much sex appeal as Mrs Claus.

Those shameless creatures! I was really not thinking straight because I'm just letting Elijah explore my body. I opened my eyes when I felt him caress my right cheek. Desire was really visible in his eyes. "Now wrap your legs around me, babe," he said and held my hips as he kissed me on the lips. I immediately obeyed what he said. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was still readying myself when he suddenly entered me. I closed my eyes tightly and dug my nail on his back when I felt the pain. It was as if my femininity had been torn apart. You did it, Danielle Laine Cordova. You just lost your virginity.

" Not a lie, again. There was a stunned silence before I could finally get my mother to compose herself and sit up straighter on the stool. "So what?" She pouted in haughty disdain. My mother was a classically beautiful woman, but she didn't have that radiance that comes from within. She was like a lifeless symmetrical drawing. "Men aren't sensitive about such things. So what if you have sex for money? You're most likely having fun doing it.". You're right—you should be thanking us. Not many men can do this.

The three women collapsed into a single, writhing mass of sensation. They screamed…a raw, unholy sound that defied the silence of the convent, a collective release of pent-up desire and forbidden sin. Their bodies convulsed, their orgasms hitting them like a tidal wave, waves of pleasure crashing through them, shaking them until they were gasping for air, their skin slicked with sweat and shame and glorious, unrepentant lust. They lay there for a moment in the silence that followed, three women bound by a secret that would stain their souls forever, the Reverend Mother atop the Claire a queen among her subjects, their heartbeats slowing in the dark of the office.

Damon trails after me when I leave. We step into the next room. Jace is already there. He’s standing behind a petite Asian woman, both hands cupping her bréasts as she watches the bed. A thin blonde girl is sprawled across the mattress, two men working their way into her. One lies beneath her, cóck buried in her pússy. Another kneels at her ass, pressing in with a thick shaft. She jerks a third guy off while moaning. At the foot of the bed, two women are locked in a sixty-nine. The one on the bottom is gripping thighs, moaning against the top girl’s séx. Her body starts to tremble. She’s close.

Their touches only made her move faster against me. I couldn’t look away. I was transfixed, watching these beautiful, naked women worship the one currently fucking me with her pussy. Their long hair spilled over her skin like dark silk. Their tongues and fingers explored every curve of her body while she rode me harder, our clits rubbing together in perfect, slippery rhythm.

Martin murmured softly, almost dropping his coffee. Sabrina was a 29-year-old prostitute. Her body seemed made to provoke married and single men alike. One meter and seventy centimeters of pure, well-distributed sex appeal. Heavy breasts, the kind that jiggled even when she was just breathing. A slim waist and a round, pert, fleshy backside, the kind that would make any man drool. Her skin was light brown, glistening with sweat from the Minas Gerais heat.

I groan when her perfect pink nipples come into view. "Fuck." Is all I am able to say.

she said, slowly peeling the banana and not at all shy about making intense eye contact. “Very cool, what sorts of things do you draw?” I asked. “I mostly draw erotic things. Things that turn me on, sexually.” she said, grinning as she pressed her lips against the tip of the banana, kissing all over it while staring into my soul. “Oh.” I said, again feeling the blood rush between my legs. My eyes shifted towards the kitchen, and I saw that Diane wasn’t paying attention at all. “Yeah. Older men making love to much younger women, mostly.” she said, speaking slowly and somehow charging every word that left her mouth with sensuality. A woman her age had never made me feel uncomfortable before, b

He begged, his voice cracked slightly. She smiled down at him, dark and satisfied. She leaned forward, her tits pressing against his chest, and whispered against his mouth, “Come for me. Fill my pussy right now.” Mateo groaned loud and thrust up hard. His cock pulsed deep inside her as he finally came. Thick, hot spurts of cum shot into her, filling her up. He kept coming, long powerful jets that overflowed around his cock and ran down his balls. Nadia kept riding him slowly, milking every last drop while he shook underneath her.