Sexy Farm Girl Novels & Stories

“Skip it, slut. Show your husband who really comes first now.” Emma bit her lip hard, her eyes glassy with a toxic mix of lust, shame, and addiction. The phone buzzed again. She let it go to voicemail. Then, like the obedient whore she was becoming, she reached down without being told and spread her trembling legs wider, offering her plugged, leaking holes to them.

“I’m a grown woman, and I can look after myself. No need for rewards for good behavior.” “How well do you think you’d do if you went to prison, Merina?” Merina didn’t respond to him. No, she couldn’t respond to him. He now held her hair as though it were a leash or restraint. “So, we’ll play this my way for now. That’s it, Baby Girl, rock those hips. They don’t lie, you love this part. It’s the icing on the cake. Please, share your level of enthusiasm with me. I want to hear you scream as you lose your composure as you ride my cock.” Conner said. He groaned and Merina could feel his cock throb with in her. It more than triggered something, and it excited her body until she felt like she drow

"So tight. Daddy's ruining you." Thrust steady, building speed. The piercing dragged inside, hitting spots that made her scream. "Yes, Daddy! Fuck me!" Isabella watched from her bonds, hand free now to touch her pussy, masturbating furious. "My turn soon?" Liam pounded Sophia harder, breeding whispers filthy. "Gonna breed this virgin cunt. Fill you with my seed. Make you mine forever." She came first—orgasm crashing, walls milking him. He kept going, second wave hitting her, screams echoing.

A woman who owned her body and her desires, radiating a raw, untamed sexuality. Behind her, the second girl peered around. She was a bit shorter, with bright red hair pulled into a messy bun that still managed to look sexy, a little wild, like she'd just rolled out of bed, or into one. Her outfit was bolder, a sparkly top and tight jeans that seemed to defy gravity, showcasing a surprisingly firm, round ass that would make any man look twice, maybe even thrice. Her breasts pushed against the fabric, practically begging for attention, daring you to stare, promising a soft landing. Her eyes, wide and mischievous, scanned the room, landing on me. A dangerous sparkle in them, promising trouble,

Trisha was unsure how to tell him that after every time they had sex, she realized how wild, loud, and shameful her words of begging, moaning, and even her bold moves were out of control during sex. She did not expect herself to enjoy this job as she was even scared, but with Denny, all her fears were gone. She is even indulging, and as the veteran girls in the business say, she is now enjoying it. Too much, though, that she is waiting for him every night, and she is begging him shamelessly to make her cum, begging him for more, begging him to pound on her harder, deeper, and never stop when she feels like her orgasms are about to explode.

༺RAYNE༻ Our fake honeymoon in Paris started off as nothing but plain, boring and uneventful—well, except for the little 'trouble' Genevieve caused. But then it turned into something out of a damn erotic novel, with Liam and I fucking in every corner of the city. Did I say erotic novel? Scratch that. It's literally a freaking p**n movie, minus the flaky plot and terrible acting, of course. It turns out that Liam was just as sexually starved as I was, which I wouldn't have believed had he not been fucking me like a jackrabbit on steroids, in every position imaginable—against walls, on tables, in alley and even in a freaking fountain!

Drunk on the animal attraction that had been pulsing between us. Sexy Lily -which I had suspected wasn't her real name but was doubly sure now- with her flaming red curls, matching red lipstick and little black dress. Sexy Lily that had felt like mine as I had broken past her hymen and made her scream. Sexy Lily that was currently sitting at my eye level looking shell shocked.

Her coiled areolas were pink and seemed to invite Lucas to suck on them. "Oh, dear. Suck it," sighed Luna Lee, calling out. Puffing out boobs to give the effect of a bigger bulge at the same time so that Lucas can act quickly. But because he was still dumbfounded by the beautiful scene before him, a sight that Lucas could usually only see through a blue film, Lucas was stunned for a moment. When he woke from his daydreams, he smiled ear to ear. Staring at Luna Lee who nodded as if giving approval. Lucas didn't expect this shy girl to be so wild when she was horny.

“What do you mean by ‘a call girl’?” Olivia didn’t flinch. She painted the scene in detail, her voice low but cutting. “The wife was in tears, mascara running, clawing at her. People gathered around. Security came. It was a circus. And Isabella? She just stood there, dress torn, lipstick smeared, smirking like it wasn’t the first time she’d been caught doing this shit. Damien, she was filthy. The kind of woman who thrives on destroying homes, ruining marriages. That’s who you have in your bed right now.”

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.