Novel & Cerita Sinful Sounds

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?

“When I fuck, I like to hear the slaps, moans, and wet sounds resounding off the walls. I want that.” My thighs clenched in response to his sinful words. He wants to fuck me without having to bother about getting too loud and getting heard by the wrong person. I mean, guilty pleasures are the best. But they are best enjoyed when done with all the reckless, brazen abandon in the world. Sin hard, regret later. Like Ashley used to say.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

"I said 'Papa,' Muffin. Say it right or I stop." Another vicious thrust. Another hard smack that left a red handprint on her perfect ass. She screamed even louder, her voice breaking. "Fuck yes—yes, Papa—God—please don't stop—" Flesh smashing brutally against flesh filled the entire room, drowning out everything else. Her desperate moans, my rough groans, the wet, obscene sound of her soaking pussy taking my cock over and over—it was a symphony of pure sin, enough to make him break, enough to make his eyes water from where he hid like the pathetic coward he was.

I cried out, the sound echoing through the empty church. “Quiet,” he growled, but he fucked me harder, pounding my tight pussy with deep, punishing strokes. His balls slapped loudly against me. “You’ve turned a man of God into a beast. Look at you, bent over the altar like a whore, taking priest cock where prayers are spoken.” “Yes, Father! Harder, fuck your sinful little slut on the altar!” I moaned, pushing back against him.

Each word spoken like a spell, his voice intoxicating and impossible to resist. Urging the third finger into me, a stinging burn that flared as I stretched my walls. A shudder running through my body once I was all the way in, sweat beading between my boobs. “Fuck.” “Look at you, a marvellous sight to behold.” He praised, “Stuffed and barely able to handle it. God, I fucking love seeing your pussy being wrecked.” Blood rushed to my ears, electricity sparking in my veins. His filthy mouth was tormenting me, a mewling sound emitting from my lips as I started twisting and thrusting my fingers. The sordid sounds of my wetness echoed, making my cheeks heat up.

The horn keeps honking erratically every time my back hits the wheel, but the sound only makes everything filthier, more forbidden. Cain fucks me from below, meeting every bounce with powerful upward strokes. His cock drags against my walls, hitting that perfect spot over and over. Skin slaps loudly against skin. Wet, obscene sounds echo in the confined space. My breasts bounce heavily in front of his face, and he leans forward, sucking one hard nipple into his mouth. He bites down, then soothes it with his tongue before switching to the other, sucking greedily. “Harder,” I moan, fingers digging into his shoulders, nails leaving marks. “Fuck me harder, Cain.”

The sound of fabric shifting made my breath hitch. He was touching himself. In the booth. In a church. While watching me rub my soaked pussy like a desperate, wicked girl who came not for forgiveness, but to corrupt the holy. I didn’t stop moving my fingers. I wanted him to see me drip. To see what he did to me without even laying a hand. “Say something,” I whispered, breathless. “Tell me what you see.” A pause. Then that voice low, ruined, trembling. “I see sin.”

"Fuck...yes. Oh, fuck.." He stood up and towered over her. He gave his middle finger to her and she tasted herself. Grabbing her neck with his other hand, he kissed her as he inserted himself into her. She let out a moan into his mouth that only made his length twitch more. Inside her, he moved her two hands over her head and held them up with one of his hands. The other hand, held her waist in place as he pounded her. "Fuck...oh..fuckk!" Amelia moaned out loud as Frederick made a mess of her insides

I could hear her choking, and I wrinkled my face in disgust. I crossed my arms over my chest, narrowing my eyes at him "Get this whore out of here before I end her miserable life" I growled, feeling my gaze literally piercing holes in his body. Angelo knows I'm not the kind of man you should play games with especially if I'm not in the mood. And right now I'm fucking furious.