Sexy Indian Stories Novels & Stories

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

He sent her the mail, and barely two minutes later, she replied with all the excited emojis in the world. Ted chuckled, turned off his computer to get ready for the night. The reason why most girls wanted to hook up with the predator so bad aside from the fact that he had a huge dick, was that he made the dirtiest of their fantasies come true. For Sue Mary Kay, her dirtiest fantasy was getting fucked by an unknown stranger. The girl had been obsessed with stalker romance books growing up and wanted one so bad, the only thing that could get her to cum was getting fucked in the dark by a man she did not know who treated her like a whore.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

"Such a good girl taking me like this. Your ass looks amazing bouncing back." We experimented positions, chasing new heights. Hours passed in bliss—talking about future wishes between orgasms. He wanted more real moments like this. I craved someone who saw beyond the influencer facade. As shadows lengthened, we returned to the shore. Passion reignited under fading light. This time missionary, eyes locked, slow and meaningful at first. Then faster, urgent. "Come with me," he commanded, thumb pressing my sensitive bud. We exploded together, voices mingling in cries. Post-climax cuddles brought deeper chat. He asked about my fantasies. I shared some shyly—being taken outdoors, multiple rounds w

In a sexy voice, I moan, “Trev… Give it to me…. Hard….” I lick my lips in anticipation. My body wants everything he is willing to give to me. He leans forward and kisses the middle of my back. “Baby, you are so tight. I have to go slower than normal.” Slower. It is almost torture at how slow he is going. My paradise torments me. It comes into view and then retreats away. Our first round didn’t go this slow. He had pounded hard and fast into me, and I soon fell over the edge and was propelled into my paradise.

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

He shoved it back absentmindedly without noticing. “Did I call you a tough nut before?” He grinned. “Nah, I think you're crazy.” I shrugged. “Crazy and tough.” As we got into the elevator, he leaned in, his breath caressing my skin. “I'll have a lot of fun cracking you tonight.” A hum escaped my lips, heat pooling between my legs. The fact that Mr Sexy overalls already had me turned on was a plus for him. My last sexcapade attempt failed horribly because I couldn't get wet enough.

“How does she feel?“ Ben asks and I turn my head to look at him, I want to respond but my words are being stolen with each thrust from my brother-in-law and my brain turns to mush as another pair of hands begins to play with my boobs, squeezing and pinching my nipples as my breast bounces from being fucked hard. The room is filled with a symphony of sinful sounds, the slap of skin against skin, the sound of Liam sucking in my boobs and the sound of the bed creaks with every movement. “She's so tight you'd think she's a virgin" Damien says through his teeth as he pounds into me. “Fuck” Liam curses as he pulls out his own cock and greedily my pussy clamps down on the cock inside me. The sight