Novel & Cerita Sensual Sex Story

The pressure made her dizzy with pleasure. “Ride it. Fuck yourself on your ex’s cock.” Ara began moving. She rolled her hips, then bounced, her full breasts jiggling with every downward thrust. Damon’s grip on her throat tightened just enough to make her feel owned. His other hand slapped her ass hard before kneading it. “That’s it,” he growled, thrusting up to meet her. “Take every inch... like the hungry and desperate bride, you are.” It was overwhelming. Far beyond anything she had ever imagined while writing her books. Every deep stroke hit places inside her she didn’t know existed. She came again hard, her pussy spasming wildly around his thick cock, soaking his balls.

He gave me what I asked for, his thrusts turning wild and brutal, the couch shifting under us from the force of it. Sweat was pouring off both of us now, the room smelling thick with sex and cologne and the sharp scent of our bodies. My shirt was soaked through under the jacket, sticking to my skin, and every time he slammed in deep I could feel his cockhead nudging so far inside it almost hurt in the best way. My own cock was leaking nonstop in his stroking hand, the precum making everything slick and messy between his fingers. “I’m close,” I gasped, my voice hoarse and desperate.

I was breathing slowly and evenly, completely knocked out after the marathon of that raw rough sex with those long massive cocks I took in the night. And Kai on the other hand just lay down in the fresh bed he made him self after taken off the cum socked one, but he was still unable to find real peace this night. He tossed and turned, the images of the night replaying relentlessly in his mind, the hot raw rough sex together with all my loud moans, and the way my pussy always stretched around the stranger’s longer cock, how I had even begged and screamed while being double-penetrated, how I was praising the stranger’s long cock and still asking for more of it and how I had squeezed my own tit

This time he laid me down on the sectional, spread my legs wide, and worshipped me with his mouth until I was shaking and begging. Only then did he slide inside me slow, deep, eyes locked on mine the entire time. We moved together in long, sensual strokes. No rushing. His hands roamed my body like he was memorizing every inch. When I came again, it was with his name on my lips and tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. He followed soon after, burying himself deep and holding me tight as he spilled inside me. Afterward, we lay tangled together, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.

It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied. Sliding my ankle length skirt to my hips, I could clearly see my burgundy lace panties were soaked through from my earlier encounter with those nitwits. Clit so puffy it pushed against the lace fabric. Mark, my boyfriend, probably had dinner ready,wondering why I was always back home so late. I opened the book to the last page I stopped. The female lead was on her knees, mouth stretched around a steely black pipe while the second guy fingered her open with four fingers, preparing her for double penetration

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

Jacob let out a breathy laugh, his dark eyes locked on her. "Condom?" she asked, arching a brow. “Trousers," he replied, holding in a strangled moan. Reaching for his discarded trousers, she pulled out a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto him with care. She climbed back into position, her legs bracketing his hips as she prepared to take control. His hands gripped her waist tightly as she lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate him. It had been a long time, and the tightness was uncomfortable, but it was mixed with a delicious pleasure that made her shiver. "You feel so good," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. Jacob responded with a sharp s

He didn't disclose any information about him, but he didn't care now. “Yes,” he answered breathily, still stroking his shaft in front of her. Beads of his pre-cum decorated the head. “Let me pleasure you, senator. It's my job to make you feel good.'' A sexy grin found its way to her red lips. She stopped dancing and sashayed her way toward the couch he was sitting on. She started to unbutton his shirt and dipped her head to lick his nipples. “Fuck, woman! What are you doing to me?” Phoenix thought his whole body was electrified the moment her wet tongue touched his hardened nipples.

I let them, I surrender to this wave of desire that overwhelms me, and together, we plunge into a sensual, bewitching dance, where each movement is a promise, each sigh a prayer. Then, sleep takes me again, sweet and soothing, but it's short-lived. The second time, it's a kiss, deep and possessive, that wakes me. I feel their lips on mine, their bodies pressed against me, and an intense heat floods me. They don't give me time to think, to resist. They know what they want, and I want it too. Their hands explore, their mouths devour, and I lose myself in this whirlwind of sensations, of pleasures, of desires. I cry out their names, a plea, a prayer, and they respond with murmurs, promises, wor