Sexystoryinurdu Novels & Stories

I swallowed the lump in my throat, suddenly feeling the tightness of the dress like I had just put it on. “I don't know, man. I just need to get this dress off.” His forehead creased, his eyes running over me like cold water on a sunny day, the heat in his gaze making my pulse stutter. My breath hitched, my body reacting like the slut it was. “Maybe,” His voice dropped. “Maybe, I can help you with that.” Guys do f..o.l.l.o.w me on f* sshree Above stories

He grabbed a few random dresses and pushed me into the largest stall at the end, locking the door behind us. The moment the lock clicked, the switch flipped. Alex shoved me against the mirror, yanking my skirt up to my waist. “Been hard all morning thinking about this dripping cunt,” he growled, dropping to his knees. He buried his face between my thighs without warning, devouring me like a starving man.

It stretches her perfectly, filling her up in ways she hadn't felt in ages. "You're doing wonderfully, Y/N," *she praises, biting her lip as she starts to move her hips in sync with yours.* "Now let's see if you can make mommy squirt like those hentai sluts did." *Y/N's mind goes blank as Stefanie's velvety walls envelop their aching cock, the sensation unlike anything they've ever experienced. Every subtle movement sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through their body, making it difficult to focus on anything but the incredible feeling of being buried deep inside this forbidden woman.*

The headboard slammed against the wall, the chains rattling as I struggled uselessly against my restraints. My moans turned into screams, echoing in the room, then the screams broke into gasps as he knocked the air out of me, and finally into whimpers as he hammered my sweet spots until I see stars behind the blindfold. "Seraphina" The way he sexily moaned my full name so loud made my heart summersault multiple times and a dam broke inside me like an explosion. I felt a rush of liquid heat flood out of me, soaking his cock, dripping down his balls.

Easy access. One night I stayed until morning. I brought a small blanket and spread it on the floor between shelves. The book rested beside me as I lay back and opened it again. This memory was the strongest yet. A woman in a luxurious bed with three men. One in her mouth, one in her pussy, one sliding between her tits. They used her relentlessly, praising her body, calling her their perfect fucktoy. I repeated the words out loud while I rubbed my aching clit. “Use me… I’m your little whore tonight.”

Earth, grass, sweat, and raw sex. I opened my eyes.. and looked around. “Shit,” Max whispered, eyes wide. “How long were we…?” We scrambled up. My legs were jelly. Cum ran in thick streams down my inner thighs as I yanked my skirt down. I tried to wipe it away but only smeared it more. My hair was wild, full of grass. My tank top was twisted, one nipple still out. Max’s face was shiny with my juices, his shorts barely zipped.

The city sprawled beneath the Moretti estate like a constellation of gold, unaware of the storm brewing above in the penthouse. Isabella Voss leaned on the balcony, crimson gown brushing against the polished marble floor. Her pulse was rapid, her mind a whirlwind of fragmented images: the masquerade, the engagement gala, the masked intruders, the whispered threats. Every encounter, every betrayal, every shadow she had felt lurking in the corners of her life, led to this night.

Wanted: sexual mavericks, exhibitionists and voyeurs. Win the prize of your dreams. Apply within. I woke up giddy with excitement, my heart beating rapidly. The warm light of the sun had crept between the cracks in the curtains and had gently nudged me from my slumber. Today was the day. Ii had felt like such a long wait and now that it was finally here it didn’t seem real. It had been two weeks since I had seen the small handwritten sign in the derelict looking shop window. Two weeks since I had entered the shop only to be surprised by its luxurious interior and grand size. Two weeks since me and my husband had discussed the prospect of entering and me being thrilled that he agreed. Fourtee

Maddy's POV My body trembled from how Draven's sweet cock claimed my cherry. His hot cum still leaked from my pussy and dripped down my thighs. My pussy throbbed from insatiable hunger and a bit of pain. I couldn't believe I just lost my virginity to a medieval prince who was strung like a horse. I smiled while I sat in the pool of our cum and leaned against the headboard. Spreading my legs wide, I displayed ny cum soaked pussy for the princes taking pride in how their eyes glinted with ravishing hunger.

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.