Novel & Cerita Sexy Hairy Man

Why do I let this man intimidat e me?! Because he was sexy and he fucks gooodddd! My subconscious screamed at me and I wheezed at how dirty she actually was. Oh god!

The man knew the power he held over Libia, and he used it to his advantage, pushing her to the limit, entering her without mercy. Despite everything, she always asked for more, as if those spankings and hair pulls only fueled her desire. When it was over, her chest heaved from the lack of air. When Libia regained her composure, she dared to ask him about the pale-skinned, red-haired woman she had encountered in the kitchen. “She’s my personal assistant,” he replied. “Your kidnapping assistant?” “I do more than just deprive people of their freedom, brat.” “Hey, I thought I made it clear that I don’t like being called brat.”

The soft kisses gradually became rougher. "Oh, fuck it." I kissed him back, forgetting all my worries. Then — BANG! The warehouse door burst open. Three heavily built men walked in, dressed in black suits and black sunglasses. And behind them was a man in an expensive tuxedo. He looked strangely like Alex — handsome, confident, with the same dominant aura. "Well, well, well..." He looked around the warehouse before his eyes landed on us. "Look who we have here." The man stepped forward taking off his glasses, his eyes wide.

"Don't believe me? Follow me to the toilet in the corner, and I'll prove it to you…" A guy uglier than Scorpion chortled loudly. His face would remind one of a donkey, and his yellowish teeth were full of cavities. He was nothing short of disgusting! Nevertheless, Alexia didn't seem angry and hooked her finger at him in a beguiling manner instead. "Come on over! As long as you can lay your hands on me, I'll satisfy your every request!" "You said it!" Delight washed over the ugly man's face, and he released his power.

"Good Scorpion, I'm tired come help me exercise a bit!" Silva said as she dropped her cigarette on the table, stood up from her seat and walked towards the man seductively. The man smiled at her like a pervet as she approached him and sat on his laps, his smile was wide and ugly as it exposed his dirty, rotten and badly shaped dentals, his beard was large and bushy and he smelled of dried sweat, Silva found it disgusting but she didn't bother she went down to business and start to unbuckle his belt, while the man tried to kiss her she shoved his face aside and hissed.

I scream as he grabs me by my hair and yanks me up. “That’s right, you have two husbands, don’t you?” He sneers, “You must have a magic fucking pussy in order to have two men pussy-whipped over it!” His eyes roam down my body and he licks his lips, “So, tell me, what makes a little whore such as yourself, capture the eye of two straight men and turn them bi-sexual? I’m only asking because I didn’t raise my son to like boys, that’s for damn sure! Yeah, I did my research before coming here and I know all about your sick perversions and such, but hey, I wouldn’t mind if you tried showing me what the hype is all about.” I scream, “Let me go! Jace will be back any minute!”

I wanted her to feel me inside of her! Shit. I liked Sydney, my said to be legal wife, yet here I was being so horny because of a woman wearing a mask! "Damn, she's so sexy. I can't wait to taste her," a dirty man mumbled. And by that, my blood boiled.

His hair was cut in a modern style, leaving him shaved on the sides and short hair on the top naturally curled. He had a broad and powerful jaw and a short beard. A long scar descended to the opposite side of his nose, to his cheek. The guy looked dangerously sexy. All I could do was inhale that man. I gazed shamelessly at his broad shoulders and muscular body, and, oh my God, he made me wet my panties. Shit, I was so turned on by his appearance, and I felt my panties soaking in my juice and dripping on my thighs. This was not good. A few wolves were smelling me, and the man must have also noticed my excitement because I spotted something hard under his pants. His eyes became black, and he r

I couldn't hide the terror building in me. The man reached my side and put his arm around my waist. I flinched at his touch, and he only tightened his grip. His hands had needle pricks, and dead skin lined the fingertips. They were coarse, scaly, like a snake's sloughing skin. He moaned lasciviously. "Son, I'm offering you a proper woman, for once. If only you could tell the difference between a whore and a fine lady."

‘Becoming a baby’s not my bag but it turns a lot of men on. Karen found herself in a sumptuous, candle-lit apartment, the curtains pulled across the windows. A man was bending over the bed, arse in the air, a large white towel spread beneath him. He was forty-something, well-preserved and handsome, and wore a taffeta frock tucked up to his waist, his buttocks and thighs naked, hairy balls dangling between them, the incongruous sight of socks and desert boots sticking out below. ‘D’you want to assist?’ Raquel asked Karen.