Sexy Femboys นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“How do I know what you say is true? All of these pictures were taken at one time and not multiple times as you claimed." “My future mate has the cutest small crescent moon on her left hip. I bet it is very sensitive. I can’t wait to suck on it. She is so responsive to my words. How much more responsive will she be when I finally take her? Like I said, I’m a patient male and she is worth the wait.” Alpha Richard said. “I will kill you and her before I let you have her. Zell is MINE! Emil growled.

Girls that had sexual sex, much more enjoyable than my awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the moment. The story that stood out for me was based around a girl who went camping with her husband. They bunch made a couple of friends and one thing led to another with five guys fucking her, filling her with cum. The following experience came in the shape of a p**n movie among my immature man friends who’d put on during a party. In the lady's bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it dropped into the class of fake. Certainly not a turn on like the aforementioned narrative, but seeing her take on four giant cocks somehow made the dream a little more genuine.

His shock was obvious, but he remained silent, choosing not to ask about it anymore. "So anger will help me turn?" he asked. "It could, but sex can too, if it's deep and primal." I smiled. This got his attention. He loved sex, especially with me. On Xanthea, all royal females are Sirens and are allowed to have harems of as many men and women as she chooses, This is their norm.

I was reborn, and I knew my place by her side, as her mate. Days went by and he still had not gotten his fangs, he became concerned. "It took me a while to get mine too." I frowned, remembering the day it happened. "So anger will help me turn?" he asked. "It could, but sex can too, if it's deep and primal." I smiled. This got his attention. He loved sex, especially with me. On Xanthea, all royal females are Sirens and are allowed to have harems of as many men and women as she chooses, This is their norm.

This sexy girl had replaced her entirely. "Ahhh... Hmm... Fuck... Fuck me, daddy" This sexy girl who knew what she wanted. This sexy girl who knew what it felt like to be greedy, to want two men and to have both men fuck you one after the other. This sexy girl who knew that she still wanted them both at the same time. This sexy girl who moaned out her pleasure shamelessly. This sexy girl who wasn't scared of letting her pleasure known. This sexy girl who wasn't scared of being a slut but instead embraced it like a new, warm identity.

Lady Cinx was embracing two newcomers, clutching them so tightly and fiercely as tears of gratitude flowed from her eyes, her lips moving soundlessly. Then, pulling back, she took their hands and guided them further into the chamber. I stared. They were… not what I had expected. All those times Baevera had said, Only them can handle my heat, I had expected hardened, beefy males. The kind that looked like they smoked bones for enjoyment, took sexual enhancement herbs for go days on end with tattoos up to their skulls—not… those. Jamie and Markie were lean, young, and effeminate. They looked more like a gay couple in love than heat studs.

Her tanned skin glistened with sweat, while the sound of the faucet dripping grew fainter as the water in the bathtub filled up. Every moan they shared, every kiss and touch that occurred made my body tremble. I hate p**n, but now I’m watching it live. “Oh shit!” the woman moaned as Max slid his finger into her pussy. His movements were so fast and right, touching every sensitive spot perfectly. Without realizing it, I brought my own finger to touch my pussy. My eyes occasionally closed as I felt the pleasurable sensation from my touch. Every time Max twisted his finger, I would do the same, imagining that he was doing it to mine.

I said, breathing heavily, savoring every thrust of their cocks. "Yes, I know you feel so good, Nina! You're such a good girl." ***

They were beautiful in a rugged, outdoorsy way—fit, with the kind of bodies that spoke of hiking and climbing, not gym selfies. The scene was a tangle of limbs and pleasure. One of the younger women, a blonde with wild, curly hair, was on her hands and knees. A man with a thick, muscular build and a cock that looked average in length but impressively girthy was kneeling behind her, his hands gripping her wide, swaying hips. He was fucking her, his balls slapping against her pussy with each deep, driving thrust. “Oh fuck, yes, that feels so good,” the blonde moaned, her head hanging low, her back arched. “You're so fucking good.”

Hands everywhere—squeezing my tits, slapping my ass lightly, rubbing my clit until I was shaking. “That’s it,” Ace groaned beneath me. “Feel how wet you are? Your cunt is creaming all over my cock while we fuck you like a little whore.” I should have hated the words. Instead they made me clench harder around both cocks. Pleasure built fast and dirty, coiling tight in my belly. I was moaning around Alaric’s shaft, drooling down my chin, my body surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensations. Damian’s voice cut through the haze. “She’s close. I can tell.”