Novel & Cerita Sex Gif Slow

If we were to bring Dean in here, he has lost the moment he fucked me for five full minutes before spilling his seed which after that he'd go back to gaming, not for round two, or three like this sex God is currently doing. I bite my lips, shake my head, thinking this is too much. "Mr Sinclair, please," I beg him, not sure if I want him to stop or to make me come again. I know I'm tired, I know I want to stop, but some parts in me seems to fight it, contradicting the energy I have left. I guess my brain is no longer functioning. My super brain that brings 20k a month is not functioning anymore! He thrusts with the same rapid speed, ignoring me. Or giving me what I want? I don't know. I don't

Jason circles his hands around her waist and pulls her closer so the tip of his cock nudges her clit again and they both groan at the intense feeling. He pecks her lips once, twice and pulls back. “It’s gonna hurt, say the word and I’ll stop, I promise.” He reassures her, doesn’t wait for her to say anything before he’s pushing his cock inside slowly and he watches her carefully as her face contours from nervous to slight pain and he sees her eyes watering as she gasps when the head pops in and then she’s full on sobbing.

If anything, that showed me how weak I was to his seduction. This was rock bottom. How far was I willing to stoop? What was even more pathetic was how excited I became when he said I belonged to him. Tyrith Keiser belonged to no one. I made that point countless times. Then, here I went, swayed by a few lustful pheromones. Christ! I needed to get a grip. Maybe I should have had sex before coming. No. I still had time. I could do it before our next meeting. It would take the edge off. A one-night partner would do the trick. No strings attached. Someone with opposite qualities to Lucian.

“Yes. Remy, let me come. Please?” “Not yet.” he gave me a sexy smirk. “Stroke faster, love. Harder.” I groaned, feeling my abdomen tighten as my fingers were coated with my creamy wetness. “Ugh, Remy... I…” But before I could finish that sentence, I felt my pussy tighten around my fingers and I came. My moans echoed off the walls as my body shivered in delight. “You naughty girl. I told you not to come yet, didn’t I?” I looked at Remy, whose face was contorted with pleasure. He was close too. His chest seemed to glisten with a light sheen of sweat as he pumped into his hand.

He started thrusting deeply, steady strokes that made my tits bounce. Kaylee and Sophie sat on either side of me, watching closely. “Rate him,” I gasped. Kaylee smirked. “Seven out of ten. Good depth, but he’s going too fast already. Slow him down.” Sophie reached over and slapped Jay’s ass hard. “Slower, property, make it last, we want to feel every vein.” He obeyed, grinding deep and slow, hips rolling. I could feel him throbbing inside me, fighting not to explode.

He leaned down, kissing her deeply, tasting her sigh of pleasure as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper. "Are you okay?" he whispered against her lips, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Yes," she gasped, her voice tight with pleasure. "Don't stop, Xavier. Please." With a low groan, Xavier began to move. He established a slow, heavy, and punishingly deep rhythm. Every thrust was powerful, filling her completely, his broad chest rubbing against her sensitive breasts with every downward stroke. The heat in the room rose, the heavy scent of sex and lavender filling the air, accompanied by the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies colliding and t

I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, stroking him slowly at first, then increasing the pace, my grip tight and demanding. Our eyes locked. Silas was begging, his pupils blown wide, his jaw clenched. I shifted my position, turning to face him, and let my tongue lap at the crown of his head. Silas let out a loud, guttural groan, his fingers accelerating inside me, hitting my cervix with every thrust. I was oblivious to the other people in the theater, the world shrinking down to the smell of sex and the sound of our labored breathing. "Fast, Amaya! Faster!" he yelled, his voice a strangled command.

This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane.

I did not move yet, we stared at each other for a few seconds then she requested, 'Please move gently, and kiss me while you do it. I complied and moved very slowly. I fucked her very gently like a piston of an engine sliding inside the bore with a rate of 1 full stroke every 10 seconds. It feels really great. I never could have imagined that doing this with Sarah is the most exciting feeling in the world. I looked at the place where our bodies are connected and saw my rod smeared with blood as it goes in and out of her ladypart. I did not insert my whole manhood yet since it maybe more painful for her.

“Slow down, sexy, I’ll come too quickly.” She smiled, thrilled at her power over him. Holding his shoulder she lifted herself and down his cock more forcefully encouraging him to match her pace. In the end, he couldn’t keep his body from falling apart in her hands. Thrusting deep he spilled his seeds inside her, shuddering and moaning. Sophia laughed and kissed his jaw. He groaned. “Feels crazy losing control for once eh?” she laughed. “That was too quick,” he groaned. He opened his eyes and gave her a drawl stare. “You are enjoying this way too much aren’t you?”