Novel & Cerita Sister Erotica Stories

My sister, who laid on the ground with dull eyes, looked at me with a smile, crawling to where I was being sucked, she placed her hands in-between my legs, rubbing on my pussy, “ Little sister, don't you love this?” She asked with a smile, I was so pleased to speak. I just trembled, spreading my legs for her as she placed a finger in, her tongue was at the entrance, it licked and waggled, sucking softly as I sighed, pressing my back as she drew me to the edge. “ Oh fuckin God!” I cried, my body began trembling and my eyes shutting as he pulled away from my nipples, Luca held my sister by the hair as he pulled her lips off my dripping pussy,

"I think about them every day. They are just so big." "So if you are asked to choose between sucking my breast and fucking my step sister, which one will you choose?" Lisa asked, smiling evilly at him. "I will choose sucking your breast without thinking twice." He replied. The erotic my jaw dropped, not believing this sight. her tits were amazingly firm, with very little sag. she bent over and slipped off her thong. i looked down at her neatly trimmed pussy, just the way i like them. i started stroking my cock as she rubbed her pussy. Gabriel didn't know what he began to stroke his dick.

“Beg properly, Elena. Tell me what you are.” “I’m your dirty little sister-in-law slut,” she panted, voice breaking. “I want my sister’s husband to ruin my pussy. Please Marcus, fuck me hard.” With a guttural groan, he thrust into her in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Elena screamed in pleasure-pain, her walls clenching around his massive girth. He was so deep, stretching her in ways no one ever had. The desk creaked under their weight as he started pounding into her, hips slamming against her ass with brutal rhythm.

didn’t push him away. I didn’t scream at him to stop looking at me with those sinful brown eyes. I didn’t want him to stop. Maybe I was fucked up, but I wanted my stepbrother to finally give in after two years of torture. How the hell could I want him to fuck me when all he had done was torture me these past two years? I scurried back to the headboard and pulled my knees to my chest. It was wrong, so damn wrong that I felt so pulled to him that I would allow myself to be with him like this again. He was an asshole, a player, and worst of all, my damn stepbrother. Seizing my waist, he slipped his fingers under my sweater, gazed between my legs, and smirked at my black silk panties that I def

“How you came so fucking hard for me while Mom and Dad sat beside us?” “Fuck.” She muttered under her breath, thighs clenching naturally. He slipped his hand in, fingers circling her clit perfectly, inside her panties. “Imagine how good my tongue would feel. Imagine my cock splitting your pussy raw and open.” The ache began to worsen and she couldn’t help the way her body was reacting to his words. Jane’s knees buckled. “Jeremy, stop. We’re step-siblings” “Fuck.” She cursed as his pace quickened on her clit, rubbing with just enough pressure to make her go crazy with lust.

“Listen to how sloppy your pussy sounds taking your stepbrother’s cock.” Her thighs trembled. Pleasure coiled tight and hot in her belly. “I’m gonna cum… don’t stop.” Ethan pounded into her relentlessly, his own orgasm building fast. “Cum for me, baby. Milk my cock. I’m gonna fill you up.” She came hard, her pussy clamping down around him like a vice as waves of intense pleasure crashed through her body. Her muffled cry vibrated against his palm. The tight squeeze pushed Ethan over the edge. He buried himself deep with one final thrust and came with a low, guttural groan, flooding her pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. Pulse after pulse, he emptied himself inside her, marking his stepsister

The sight of these two sexy coeds, one of them my sister, kneeling between my legs, their tits swinging back and forth as they fight over my cock, gives me the biggest orgasm of the night. The next morning I wake up, glad to know it wasn't just a dream. I really slept with my sister and her roommate, their naked bodies still wrapped around mine. My morning hard-on doesn't go unnoticed and Sherrie argues successfully that she should be the one to ride it because she won't see me as often as my sister. Susan watches for a while then runs one hand over Sherrie's ass and down to my balls and uses her other hand to stimulate Sherrie's clit, while Sherrie bounces up and down on my rigid pole. I've

“But sisters do moan like desperate little sluts in heat, begging their big brother to fuck them harder. Sisters spread their legs wide open and cry for their brother’s thick cock to stretch their tight pussy until they’re sobbing with pleasure.” Her face flushed deep red. Her pulse quickened under my fingers as I slowly fastened each button, trapping her in my scent. “Sisters don’t just let their brother take their first time,” I continued, voice dropping lower, “they don't beg for it. They don't claw at his back, wrap their shaky legs around his waist, and scream his name while he ruins them. Sisters don’t just take their brother’s cock, they don't squirm and whimper like needy whores, mil

The sight of these two sexy coeds, one of them my sister, kneeling between my legs, their tits swinging back and forth as they fight over my cock, gives me the biggest orgasm of the night. The next morning I wake up, glad to know it wasn't just a dream. I really slept with my sister and her roommate, their naked bodies still wrapped around mine. My morning hard-on doesn't go unnoticed and Sherrie argues successfully that she should be the one to ride it because she won't see me as often as my sister. Susan watches for a while then runs one hand over Sherrie's ass and down to my balls and uses her other hand to stimulate Sherrie's clit, while Sherrie bounces up and down on my rigid pole. I've

Sister Maria he cold stone floor of my cell is a constant reminder. The rough wool of my habit scratches my skin, a perpetual penance for a sin I haven't even committed yet. Not officially. My parents’ dream, this life of silent devotion, is my beautiful, gilded cage. I see my sisters, Mary and Marie, in my mind’s eye. Their laughter, the swell of their pregnant bellies, the sticky hands of their children clinging to their legs—a life of messy, glorious, chosen chaos. I have only this silence, this ache between my legs that is a hollow, empty chapel all its own.