Sensual Story Novelas e Histórias

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

I was a quiet lover. "Now, Dalia, you're intensely aroused, bothered and highly frustrated," he continued to torture. "So when I do this, you'll writhe." He took my bud between his thumb and forefinger and rubbed, once, then twice. Unable to control my movements, I wiggled with a moan. "And when I do this, you'll arch." He slid a finger inside me, then another. And I arched into him and moaned helplessly. "Now I’ll make you come. And, because of the wine and sexual frustration, you’ll come so long and so hard your body won’t be able to sustain the blow…so you’ll lay here, and you’ll fall asleep." Josh moved his fingers inside me, in and out repeatedly. "Get ready, baby."

In one quick move, he turned me around, pressing me against the desk, my lower body bared to him. The sound of belt being undone rang through the room and his cock sprang out. “Now, Kian,” I whispered, my patience stretched thin. He entered me slowly. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. “Please.” I moaned, threading my fingers into his hair. “I need you.” His eyes met mine, dark and intense. “You have me.” By the time he was inside me, moving with deliberate, sensual strokes, I was lost. Our bodies moved together like waves — a rhythm older than time, driven by emotion and need. .

It’s sexy as hell. Call me vanilla girl all you want, but I love missionary. I love the feeling of his skin against mine when he thrusts into me. I love his breath on my neck when he explores my insides. I love sloppy and deep kisses while he strokes my insides. I love wrapping my arms around him and pulling him tight against my chest while feeling his cock in me. I love threading my fingers in his hair while he rests his head on my shoulder and still thrusting into me. That, to me, is the best feeling ever.

The alpha tried to kiss me. I pushed him away. “What the hell is wrong with you? Did you realize who that was?” He could care less. He attempted to kiss my neck. “Who cares?” I stepped away from him. “Who cares? What cares? That’s the frigging Senator.” “So? Aren’t you the mayor? It’s not like you are committing a crime. I’m an alpha and you’re an omega. This is consensual.”

The three men sat around her, looking at the masterpiece they had shared. She was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, a perfect mix of soft curves and raw, wild energy. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips, knowing that this was a night that would haunt their dreams for a long time. The memory of the weight of her breasts, the tightness of her pussy, and the sound of her loud, messy moans would stay with them forever.

But instead of rushing, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself. They rolled together on the bed, bodies pressed skin-to-skin, his hardness nestled against her belly. The sweetness was intoxicating—his hands caressed her curves like he was memorizing her, whispering praises between kisses. “So beautiful… so wet for me…” Alia pushed him onto his back and straddled him, taking control with exotic grace. She stroked his thick length, teasing the precum-slick head against her entrance before sinking down inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite—full, deep, perfect. “Fuck… you feel so good inside me,” she gasped, rolling her hips in slow, sensual circles.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

I could see that she was already wet and ready for me. I spread her legs and kissed my way down, feeling the heat radiating from her core. Selena's scent was intoxicating, a sweet and musky fragrance that filled my nose. My tongue found her clit, and she gasped, her hands gripping the sheets. I circled the sensitive nub, feeling her body respond to my touch. Her legs began to shake, and I knew she was close. With one final flick of my tongue, she came, her body trembling as the orgasm crashed over her.

I acted like it did not matter to me at all and was about to wear the shirt he gave me, but I got halted when he took my hands and pushed me on the stool bar. “You’re seducing me, aren’t you? ”He asked dangerously. Instead of acting like I don’t, I smirked and nodded my head at him. “I want to have sex with you, sir. My pussy is craving your touch and cock. It calls you.” I then sat on the stool bar, and I felt its coldness touch my butt. Slowly, I opened my legs for him to see how wet my pussy is right now.