Romans & histoires Slow Sex Gifs

I bit down harder on the pillow, my eyes watching the pattern on the wallpaper change with each deep thrust. He seemed to be going so slowly, hitting that sweet spot deep inside me. My body tensed with each thrust, silent cries muffled by the pillow. His thick head dragged along my inner walls, each retreat and push sending waves of pleasure. Gawd, this slow sex is almost more intense than hard fucking.

Tina murmured, her hands holding Gito's, their fingers intertwined like true partners, their eyes locked in a meaningful gaze, deep immersion making time feel slow, the room like a private sauna filled with the steam of desire. Gito felt every pulse of Tina's core, his hand moving down to her clitoris, his fingers circling slowly over the sensitive area, the light pressure like a gentle breeze. The dual sensation of the slow movement and the front stimulation made Tina tremble softly. Her slender body swayed like a leaf in the breeze, "Ah... Sir... your fingers... make me... wetter... Ahhhh," she sighed deeply, her lips lowering to kiss Gito's gently. Her tongue slipped in quietly, dancing s

his name falls from my lips like a plea. He pushes inside me slowly. “Ahhh!” The sharp pain racks from deep inside my pussy. Adam leans forward and hugs me tight, his muscular arms wrapping around me as his tip still moves inside. “Please, Adam,” I cry. “Make it slow.” “It’s alright, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “As slow as you want. I can be a fucking sloth for you.” He chuckles softly. Then he moves, slow and steady, sliding in and out.

"Feels so good…” I smiled against his neck, loving how responsive he was to this slower pace. My hand reached around to grab his dick gently, stroking it in time with my slow thrusts. "You like this, huh? You like when I fuck you slow and gentle?” He whined softly, his head falling back onto my shoulder as I stroked him and moved inside him slowly. His legs started to shake slightly. "Y-yeah...I like it a lot...Mmmph!" He suddenly tensed up as I hit his prostate perfectly on one slow thrust.

I want to bring her to the point where she will cry from the mixture of pleasure and pain. I move my hips slowly. To faster, harder and deeper. I'm like an animal that craves for riding. "It's tickling.. Hihi.. Uhh it's good go ahead ahhh...." she mumbled. I'm getting impatient.. She really enjoys the slow one.. Are girls really like this? Still I want to do this with her nonstop. I will never get tired of making love with her. "Please move! more! Faster and harder..." she ordered.

“We’ll talk it out and when you’re being unreasonable, we’ll fuck.” I rolled my eyes. “We’ll take it slow… however long you need,” he said as he leaned forward. “I can’t make it longer, but from earlier, I judge it’s, just right?” More than enough. I felt like I was being ripped in half! Gil whimpered. I sighed. “Fine. We’ll take it slow.” He started moving his hips and I moaned in response. We will, babe,” he whispered. “We will…”

“One last time. Slow.” They positioned her in the middle of the bed on her side. Marcus lay behind her, lifting her top leg. He pushed back into her pussy, groaning at how wet and open she still was. Damien pressed in front, sliding into her ass with careful, slick strokes. Jax knelt at her head, feeding his cock gently between her lips. All three holes filled again, but this time it was slower. Deeper. They rocked together in perfect rhythm, bodies moving like one. No pounding. Just long, savoring thrusts that made her feel every thick inch.

Our lovemaking wouldn't be fast. Not if I drank. I was going to extend every sensation… in slow motion. One drop of my own blood lingered on my tongue. I shared it with her just as our bodies joined together. Genesis's green eyes blinked in wonder as I lowered her down on me, inch by inch, sensation by sensation, each second sharing another drop of my blood, slowing down the process and making it so she would never forget what it felt like to be with her mate — to be possessed by me and only me.

Hard, fast bounces—ass slapping loudly against her thighs, tits bouncing wildly, sweat clinging to our skin, Her heavy breasts jiggling with every impact. Lira’s hands grip my hips bruisingly, but I slap them away. “Mine to use.” I growl, leaning forward to bite her neck hard enough to mark her. “Fuck.” I breathe as I ride faster, grinding my clit against her base on every downstroke, and the wet sound is fucking deafening—constant squelch of my cum-filled pussy devouring her cock, juices and seed spraying out with every thrust. Lira must not like doing nothing because her tail shoves into my ass without warning, thick and full, stretching me open completely while I fuck her cock.

Deep. Hard. I was close.He slowed torturously slow. I whined high, frustrated. “Not yet,” he said, voice rough. He pulled the marker out almost all the way. I felt empty aching. “Please Elias” He pushed it back in deep. I moaned. He did it again slow out, fast in. My hips rocked. My fingers on my clit sped up. He slapped the ruler on my thigh sharp sting. I gasped. “Slow your fingers.”