Short Sexy Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

Setting my glass down, I ripped my shorts off, throwing it behind the couch. Spreading my soaked folds, hissing, allowing air cool brush my hot pussy. "I know we're not supposed to be thinking about our best friends like that but we've had this crush on them since forever." I whined, widening my legs, pussy parting. Bella moaned, tugging her own shorts off, mirroring my position. Our pussies were facing each other, wet, swollen. She dragged two manicured fingers between her slit, smearing the slick. "Yeah, I get it. It's frustrating. And I just know they'll be rough with us. They'll tie us up so we wouldn't move and suck on our pussies till we're too sensitive."

I cried out, tears of pure horniness pricking my eyes. "You're way too young for me, Lia," he whispered, his eyes locked onto mine, full of a beautiful, dark desire. "But tonight, you belong to me." He aligned his thick tip with my wet, swollen pussy and shoved his dick inside me in one deep, brutal thrust.

My legs felt shaky as I descended the stairs, the cool wood against my bare feet doing nothing to calm the fire still burning between my thighs. The dream clung to me like a second skin, Alex’s thick cock stretching me open, his dirty growls in my ear, the way I’d moaned like a slut while he fucked me senseless in my own bed. My soaked panties rubbed against my swollen clit with every step, sending little sparks up my spine. I tugged the hem of my tiny sleep shorts down, but they barely covered anything. My thin tank top clung to my breasts, nipples still hard and obvious. Part of me hoped he’d notice. The other part was terrified he would.

The man I’d been obsessively writing filthy stories about for months — stories where he used me, bred me, ruined me while his wife waited at home none the wiser. I quickly closed my laptop, wiped my slick fingers on my thigh, and pulled on a tiny white tank top (no bra, nipples already stiff and obvious) and the shortest sleep shorts I owned. No panties. My shaved pussy was puffy and glistening, lips swollen from how long I’d been teasing myself.

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.

My mind screamed yes, more, fuck me right here on this couch where Jake sits every night. He broke the kiss, breathing heavy, forehead pressed to mine. “We shouldn’t… but goddamn, I’ve wanted this too. Those little shorts you wear around the house, bending over in front of me. Teasing me every damn time.” I laughed softly, wild and needy, nipping at his bottom lip. “Then take it. Jake’s gone all day. We’re alone. Touch me like you mean it.” I shoved his hand inside my shorts, past my panties, letting his thick fingers slide through my slick folds. Two pushed inside me easy, curling just right, and I cried out, clenching around them. So full already.

I could smell her shampoo, something clean and cheap. Her lips touched mine. It was tentative, closed-mouthed, clumsy. Boring. I shoved my tongue into her mouth. She gasped, a tiny, shocked sound, but her lips parted. Her tongue met mine, shyly at first, then with a sudden, surprising hunger. Her hands came up, resting lightly on my shoulders. The kiss deepened, turned wet and messy. The taste of cheap vodka mixed with something uniquely her. I pulled back, breathing hard. “Not bad,” I breathed, my own pulse hammering in my ears, in my pussy. The alcohol and the darkness and the sheer wrongness of it were making me wet. “New dare. Lick my pussy.”

And with that, I slid down his body and wrapped my lips around his spent shaft, determined to make him hard again. If you want a MM Story, let me see you signify in the review section thanks.

He bit the corner of my mouth, soothed it with his tongue, and I swore, helpless. He shoved my shorts down impatiently, the fabric catching on one knee until he swore and ripped them free. I shoved at his waistband in return, fumbling until he helped. He pulled a condom from his wallet like he’d always be prepared for a bad idea. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled it on quick. My hands were restless on his chest, greedy for him to be closer. “Last chance,” he said, voice low. “I want you,” I said, and I meant it down to the bone.

It was sweet, slow and passionate at the same time. She was so lost in our kiss that she barely noticed me unbuttoning my shorts. My stomach flipped when her hand was over my underwear as she began to rub. I bit her lip as she let out another moan, her lips found their way to my throat, her lips burning my skin little by little. She was slowly teasing me and I couldn't take it any longer so, I flipped us over and now I am on top of her. I tore her bra and panty apart. I entered her without giving her any chance to complain and began to move at a fast pace. I smirked and continued at a faster pace while she began to touch my body and her fingers scratched my back. I'm pretty sure she have l