Smilemakers Erotica Novels & Stories

Marcus stared in wonder as Jeremy stuck out his tongue and ran a full, lresssing swirl around his tip, tasting his precum and swallowing. Her jerked as the pressure sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, his ass muscles tightening. He reached down and flattened his palms behind Jeremy’s head, urging his head back down. “Go on,” he whispered, his eyes dark and heavy, “I love the way your mouth feels around my cock.” These dirty words aroused Jeremy even more, and he drove the cock into his mouth, until it hit the back of his throat. An even louder groan skipped out of Marcus’s mouth, his eyes rolling backwards. “Fuck, baby. That hit the spot.”

“Fuck, her mouth’s perfect.” Damien slapped my ass—sharp, stinging. “Look how well she takes us. Perfect little office slut.” They pulled me up together. Damien bent me over the desk again—doggy this time. He slammed into my pussy without warning—thick cock stretching me wide, bottoming out in one brutal thrust. I screamed around Marcus’s dick as he pushed back into my mouth. Spit-roast. Damien pounded me from behind—hips slapping my ass, balls smacking my clit with every deep stroke. Marcus fucked my throat—slow at first, then faster, head hitting the back until I gagged, drool running down my chin, dripping onto my tits.

I opened my lips to make the perfect oh as I pleasure myself quietly across from him. I gave him a small seductive smile as I licked my lips and used my middle finger to touch my clit, which I gently rolled in small circles making me close my eyes as I moaned quietly, to not disturb his call, even though I knew he wasn't paying attention to the call and just on me. I slid my finger in and out of my pussy, enjoying the watery sounds it made. I knew Xavier could hear me and it made me even more thrilled. I opened my eyes to see him staring intently at me, making me smile.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV I take my time there, sucking it like candy, my tongue poking at the pee hole in the middle. Feeling that Dnaria shudders again, and I peek up to see her closing her eyes briefly.

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To have her parents find out about this dark past, and still marry Chad, without getting anything in return. Chad smiled at Erika's affirmative answer and said. -That's how I like Erika, being a good girl now. What do you think, if we continue with the game? We should finish it, for tomorrow, don't you think? This caused Erika to come multiple times in a matter of seconds, and the dildo that was in her ass absorbing the fluids intensified, enlarging its diameter, causing the woman to start moaning and screaming from the pleasure she was getting from the sensation. Chad untied Erika by her hands and feet and let her fall to the floor. The woman, was completely in another world, wandering, ab

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

“Move your stuff in. Cook for me. Fuck me. I don’t care anymore.” Marcus slowed down, eyes locked on mine. “You’re serious?” I nodded, biting my lip as he rolled his hips. “Yes. I’ve never had this much fun with anyone. And the sex… God, the sex is insane.” He smiled, that irresistible cocky smile, and kissed me deep while grinding against my clit. “Careful, baby. I might actually say yes.” “Then say yes.” I squeezed my pussy around him. “I want you here. Every single night.”

I whimpered between sobs, my voice breaking. He reached around and slapped my clit hard, then went back to gripping my hip, using me like a Fleshlight. The pain and pleasure mixed until I couldn’t tell them apart. My sore pussy clenched tighter around his invading cock, milking him desperately as another orgasm threatened to rip through me. He fucked me even harder, hips snapping forward with wet, obscene sounds. Schlick-schlick-schlick. My juices were dripping down my thighs. I was a complete mess… crying, drooling, ass red from his slaps, pussy ruined.

The slap I wanted to give him this time around didn't escape him; it landed right on his face, perfectly. I stared at the artifact. It was a sculpture of a fragile lady in a worldly bent position, like when your partner is about to serve you from the back. The sculpture's legs were straight; the lady’s back arched in a manner that spelled out a lot: sexual conceit and exploring the satisfaction that comes with being intimate with someone you love. Her hands were spread wide above her head, while her mouth was open in sexual satisfaction. I rolled my eyes at the sculpture before I left the place. And do you know the worst part of all? He named the damn sculpture after me.