Slow Sex Gifs Novels & Stories

He licked her lips slowly and passionately, his hand gently squeezing her a*s from her micro pleated skirt. In a bid to feel the a*s better, Robert slid his hand under her skirt. He pressed his fingers on her hips, just below her bottom. They took their time to savor the taste of each other's lips and Gabriella started to feel wetness in her core. Robert took his middle finger and pressed it into her hole, as if trying to finger her through her briefs.

She gagged as she closed her hand around his cock and then began a quick pumping of it, hoping to make him come quickly and to get the awful act over and done with. “Slow and sexy,” the man panted in caution. “Otherwise no shower.” Tessa resisted the urge to tell him to keep it and slowed her pace. She gave little saps of supposed pleasure to encourage him to reach his climax sooner. The feel of his warm, pulsing cock in her hand made her feel sick and the fact that it was black worse still. She kept her eyes closed and swallowed hard, using a lighter touch to wank him, once again to speed his end. Too late she sensed him coming and recoiled in disgust as a jet of his warm, sticky sperm hit

When I'm working as a deliveryman, I receive a delivery order from a hotel. As I look at the bag of adult toys in my hand, I can't help but snicker knowingly. "Youngsters nowadays sure are wild in bed." The moment I open the hotel room door and see my girlfriend, Natalie Brooks, I feel as though all color has been drained from my face. Natalie's work junior, Brandon Clark, laughs arrogantly in my face with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "How did that broke bastard track us down?" Natalie just frowns at me in displeasure. "Brandon helped me secure many projects at work. His only wish is that he gets to spend a night with a woman. "This is nothing but physical collision between

“I missed it. I missed you. And I want to savor this just a little longer.” My eyes roll back as he picks up the tempo and my hips jerk off the bed several times, my walls clenching tight. I whimper when he withdraws his fingers, but he kisses me to make up for it and I hear the sound of his zipper coming down in the darkness. A moment later, the blunt head of his cock nudges against my entrance. “I’m going to take it slow,” Adrian whispers as he kisses my forehead. “Very slow.” I don’t realize how slow he means until I’m having to beg for another inch of him, purposely clenching just to tempt him to give me more.

"You need to learn patience. Need to learn that I can make you come like this. Slow. Easy. No rush." He kept that same pace. Maddening. Perfect. Building her up slowly. His hand found her clit. Rubbed it in time with his thrusts. "That's it," he murmured. "Feel it building. Feel how good slow can be." She was trembling. The orgasm building like a wave. Slow. Inevitable. "Come for me," he said. "Come on my cock. Show me how good this feels." She came. Slow. Rolling. Her body clenching around him in waves.

"Stop teasing me you slut, fuck me NOW" Graham slid into her, up to the hilt, loving the heat as his cock ploughed into her. He withdrew just leaving his head in her entrance, stretching her, then he started again, repeating his slow languorous strokes, not rushing just slowly, fucking her, over and over and over. The speed increased slightly as both of them started to lose their control, she pushing back seeking him out wanting to be filled completely, he tried to maintain his control desperate to prolong the sweet agony, as his balls screamed at him for release.

“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.

“Slow and sweet this time. Want to ride you while we talk about forever.” His eyes darkened with raw emotion, hands guiding my hips as I lifted slightly, positioning him at my entrance. I sank down inch by inch, both of us moaning long and low as he stretched me open again—slow, deliberate, every thick vein dragging along my sensitive walls until I was seated fully, stuffed and full and trembling. “Like this, baby?” I breathed, starting a lazy roll of my hips, grinding deep circles that kept him buried, the head of his cock pressed firmly against my cervix. “Perfect,” he rasped, voice thick, one hand splaying over my lower stomach like he could feel himself inside me, the other cupping my br

Kol murmurs against my ear as he positions himself; easing in gently. My eyes roll back in my head as he rolls his hips, catching every sensitive part of me perfectly. I want more, I want it harder, but every time I try to slam back into him he halts me, and tells me again, "slow baby. Slow." I'm getting impatient; I don't do slow sex. I do love rough hard quick sex. Why won't he give me what I want? The weird thing is, I feel my body tighten and build up slowly with this extraordinary torture.

Pushed in — slow, deep, filling him inch by inch. He moaned — low, broken. I stilled. Let him feel every thick inch. Then I started moving — long, slow rolls. Deep. Deliberate. Every thrust dragging against that spot. Hand wrapped around his cock — stroking in time. The fairy lights glowed above us — golden halos on our skin, on the sweat slicking our bodies, on the rings that still fit perfectly after all these years. We moved together — slow, reverent, like we had all the time in the world.