Novel & Cerita Shemale Story

Nothing about it was fair any more. These past few years Jane had begun to accept the fact that she wasn't one of the Waleskis. And she had started writing a book called the Unfair Life of Jane, Plain, and Short. It wasn't a real book, just a list of experiences and even that made Jane wonder whether the universe had something in the particular against her. For example:

It drowned out the smell of the sex for a second, but I could still feel the sticky warmth of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs, trickling toward my knees in thick, white streaks that stained the expensive rug. I stood up on shaky legs, my balance uneven. I gathered the tatters of my ruined robe, clutching the torn silk to my chest like a shield. I slipped out of the room, looking both ways down the hallway. I padded down the corridor barefoot, every step a reminder of the mess between my legs, the wetness of his release soaking into the hem of the white shirt as I hurried back to the safety of my own bed, feeling the weight of the secret I was now carrying between my thighs. I r

She decided that she was telling Matthew the whole story, every truth that has been hidden from him. After she's had enough and felt clean, she turned off the shower and wiped her body dry before putting on the royal-blue nightgown. She walked out of the bathroom. There was a tray containing two covered plates, a white Chinese jug, and a cup. Matthew must have ordered something while she took a bath, a small smile appeared on her face. Despite how angry and strange Matthew must be, he was still concerned for her well-being. But the earliest she told him the truth, the better they get on to their real lives. Besides, she won't be able to stomach the appetite to eat, knowing that he was probab

She felt the shudders begin, deep and undeniable, rippling through Anya’s entire frame. With a final, broken cry, Anya arched violently against Sandra’s mouth, her body convulsing in a powerful, all-consuming orgasm. Her legs clamped down, trapping Sandra for a moment in the sweet, hot aftermath, her fingers burying themselves in Sandra’s hair. Anya gasped for air, her body trembling, completely spent.

Selena’s moans grew louder, more broken, as unwanted orgasms tore through her. They passed her around like a shared bottle of whiskey. A French aristocrat made her suck him under the table while another man fucked her from behind. Two men took her at once: one in her pussy, and the other one forcing his way into her tight ass despite her sobbing protests. The burning stretch turned into a dark, overwhelming fullness that made her come so hard she nearly blacked out. Samson watched it all from his throne-like chair, slowly stroking his massive cock. When they’d used her thoroughly, leaving her dripping with cum from multiple men, he finally claimed her again.

He noticed her staring and didn’t cover himself. “Like what you see?” he asked, that old sharp tone back in his voice. “I’ve seen better.” “Liar.” That was true. Jenna’s stomach flipped. She swung her legs out of bed and stood on shaky legs. She walked to the bathroom naked, knowing his eyes followed every step. She turned on the shower and stepped under the hot spray without closing the door all the way. Steam filled the small space. She let the water run over her breasts and down her stomach. Her hand slid between her legs without thinking and she realized it was still swollen. Two fingers circled her clit once, twice, pulling a soft sound from her throat.

“Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.” Her dirty words sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. I clenched hard around her fingers, my legs trembling. Lena removed her hand from my mouth and grabbed my throat instead, squeezing just enough to make my eyes roll back. “You like that, don’t you? Being my secret whore.” She leaned in and bit my bottom lip hard. “Say it.” “I… I like it,” I moaned. “I’m your secret whore.” “Good girl.” She dropped to her knees right there in the shadows, yanking my dress up to my waist. In one rough motion she ripped my panties down my legs and shoved the

Her voice was soft and enchanting that he forgot to blink his eyes. ...... A/N :- This is a short story of Shyla and Lakshit of 10-15 chapters. You can take this as extra chapters of the Shiv-Adrija book. Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

I let go of one and move to the other, giving it the same amount of attention. My toes curl sweetly, my jaw slackens. It feels so good. “Yes daddy…my cunt is craving your cock, it needs to have a taste of your forbidden thick dick…hmmm……shit….oh my God…” Tears streak down my cheeks, I groan and pump faster. Shoving my fingers so deep my legs shake. A noticeable amount of liquid leaks out of my cunt and trails down my thighs. I continue to fuck with a shaky hand. Ignoring the way my entire body trembles violently.

We both knew it would be a one-time thing. While sex with Josie, Audra, Anna, and Erika are full of passion and romance, sex with Shelby was just rollicking, crazy fun. She's a joyful, sexy, petite brunette with a juicy round ass, a tiny, firm waist, dreamy cocksucking lips, and a monstrous pair of GG breast implants. She displays her extraordinary 36-21-36 proportions proudly, with a preference for tank tops so small and tight her massive tits want to burst them apart. When she walked into the apartment braless under the tank top, I nearly blew my load right there. Shelby's body, with her stupendous, gravity-defying breasts and a waist so tiny I could almost get my hands around it, looked l