Sex Story Ph Novels & Stories

“You’re not expelled—yet—but the board is requiring a psychological evaluation. Weekly therapy. Sexual addiction counseling.” I laughed. “Is that a thing? Real therapy for sex addicts?” He didn’t answer. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll go. Talk about my daddy issues or whatever makes you feel better.” He handed me a paper with an address. “You start tomorrow. 5 PM. Don’t be late.” I didn’t plan to take it seriously. I didn’t plan to take him seriously either. That was before I met him. The building was quiet. No receptionist. Just a black leather couch in the waiting room, a ticking wall clock, and a faint smell of leather and something woodsy—cedar, maybe.

He choked me on my neck, he was already shouting as he fucked me faster. Then I felt his hot seeds inside of me mixed with mine. We were both panting as we finished. He was still thrusting at the moment, his cock still hard and it seemed like he was up for another round. Unfortunately he couldn’t get it because Alex wanted me next. Marhenry kissed me once before he removed himself. I felt his hot semen rush down out of my wetness, Alex licked them all before it could even touch the bed sheet. What a man.

The sex was wild, in the middle of the herbs, the aphrodisiacs, the system of provocations, all the time, saying how much they wanted with the causes and their provocations. The intensity of desires, in the model of beautiful women and beautiful men indulging in passion the moments of pleasure, without caring what might happen afterwards. During the week in the middle of the sex parties, when they came to see the priestess at full throttle. Without stopping, when the priestess had Margot and Thibault spoke and even arranged to meet for the next sex cycle that week. All this was happening in the meantime, the people and the demons, with expectations high, in which the owner of Fiery which was

I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight. The sexting escalated late into the night—filthy, detailed, and desperate. Seb described exactly how he wanted to bend her over his new kitchen counter, eat her ass until she begged, choke her lightly while pounding her from behind. Isabella, growing bolder and wetter with every message, sent short videos of her fingering herself on the bathroom floor, moaning his name as quietly as she could so Alex wouldn’t wake. Her fingers moved frantically, chasing the pleasure his words promised. By morning, she was soaked, aching, and utterly consumed by need.

Sweat beaded on our skin, mixing with dirt from the earth, the scent of sex heavy in the air. I came hard, my howl ripping through the night, body convulsing as waves of ecstasy tore through me, my walls clamping down on them like a vice. They didn't hold back-Kale spilling first into my ass with a roar, hot jets painting my insides, followed by Xavier flooding my pussy, their seed mixing and dripping down my trembling thighs in rivulets.

Phoenix thought his whole body was electrified the moment her wet tongue touched his hardened nipples. “I’m gonna make you crazy over me, senator.” She looked down at his shaft when the woman pulled his hands away and replaced them with her own. The second her soft palms touched his hardness, Phoenix almost convulsed in pleasure. “Damn!” All that came out of his mouth were profanities and groans of pleasure. He was so consumed by the fire that burned his body. “What do you want me to do, senator?” She kept on stroking him, occasionally caressing his balls.

*SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.” “Good Girl ”. He applied ointment on her ass and gave her the pain killers . She gulped three pills in one go with water still tied up in the position. “I guess it’s paining, so I won't fuck you today. I can wait for a month or till you heal.” he says with a slight grin. “You seriously think I'll have sex with you after what you did with me. You're a psycho.” Tears pooled down her eyes as she trembled and cried in pain.

**Story 16: The Breeding Festival** **Chapter 2** The roar of the crowd was deafening. Serena lay on her back on the cold stone altar, legs still spread obscenely wide, her body glistening with sweat and the cum of five powerful men. Her pussy throbbed and leaked a steady river of thick seed down her ass crack onto the ancient stone. Her full breasts heaved with every ragged breath, nipples hard and sensitive from being pinched and sucked.

"Puрру hаvе you ever hаd a mаn gо dоwn оn уоu?" "No Adаm. I wаѕ with Sean fоr three years. Thе оnlу оrаl ѕеx wе had wаѕ whеn I wеnt down on hіm. Untіl you, every man I hаvе been wіth wаѕ оnlу concerned with thеіr оwn рlеаѕurе." Muсh оf thе tіmе, Sеаn hаd bееn drinking whеn hе mаdе love tо mе, іf уоu could call іt that? Wе nеvеr сuddlеd аftеrwаrdѕ. Sean аlwауѕ іnѕіѕtеd оur lovemaking bе in the bеdrооm, wіth thе dооr lосkеd аnd аlwауѕ аt night.

The four stages of sex: Admiring, teasing, confessions and fucking hard.... "SWEET CONFESSIONS" IRIS'S P.O.V .... "Tell me, can you still handle it?..." "Can you still handle the heat..." "Oh fucking God Xavier just fuck me and fuck me hard till I scream, till your name is all I can say in my lips, till I don't feel my fucking legs anymore"