Smutty Novellas の小説・ストーリー

My pussy clenched uselessly around the speculum and his fingers, leaking even more slick down my ass crack onto the table. “Not yet,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “You are not coming until I decide the treatment has worked. Describe another fantasy. Make it dirtier this time.” I whined loud, my hips trying to grind against nothing while he kept me pinned and stretched open. “God, okay, okay. I fantasize about you inviting other doctors in to watch while you finger me like this and make me squirt all over the table. “ “I want them to see how much of a dripping slut I am for your hands. “

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The firm line of her collarbone when the shirt came off. They undressed each other between kisses, clumsy and urgent. Claire’s jeans hit the floor. Nova’s followed. When Nova dropped to her knees on the concrete and dragged Claire’s underwear down, Claire had to bite her own lip to stay quiet. The first long stroke of Nova’s tongue made her knees buckle. Nova held her hips steady against the wall and licked her open with slow, devastating attention—circling her clit, dipping lower, sucking until Claire’s fingers tangled hard in her short hair.

I watch, transfixed, as ropes of cum fire out of the pulsing rod, staining my dress and burning my stomach through the material. A sound of satisfaction that seems to come from deep in his balls leaves him as his head hangs, watching his penis make a mess of me. “Good,” uncle Connor drawls, lazing back on the couch like a king as his penis softens. “Now, no matter who you fuck, you’ll never forget who claimed that pussy first.” At the sound of rustling behind me, I climb off uncle Connor as fast as I can while he tucks himself away, then I arrange the blanket over myself so that it covers the cum on my gown.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

“I can feel you getting tighter. You’re right there, aren’t you? Poor little good girl trying so hard not to come on this cock like the desperate slut you really are.” “Damon, I'm not a slut!” I yelled at him but he didn't slow down. “Yet you keep crying like you want more, huh?” I hear him smirk. “I can’t…I’m gonna…Damon, please…” “Not yet, hold it.” He slows just enough to keep me right on the razor edge, still buried deep inside me, still rubbing my clit with those cruel fingers of his, but denying me the last bit of pressure I need. “Damon!” I sob into the mattress, hips trying to push back for more. He holds me still with one iron hand on my hip and gives my ass another sharp, stinging

He bent one knee over as he knelt down, being on the eye level with her, staring her in the eye balls, blue eye yi blue eye, "...... And guess what? Your pussy isn't that great. I'm merely letting you live because I need you for my brother. Now get up and spread your legs. I need to go somewhere soon" Snow stood up, adjusting her clothes and gently wiping the blood dripping from her nose when she heard Raymond say, "No, don't wipe the blood off your nose, I want to look you in the face and feel something. The blood stain would add a little statement to our last fuck, besides… " he paused,"..... I like the sight of blood when I'm in someone's pussy. Turn around" Snow turned around sobbing qui

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.

We were like that through the death-knell of her second orgasm until it had run its course. She slowly came back to life as her breathing normalized. We were really a mess now. My jacket was a mass of stickyness that was sure to be a dry-cleaning nightmare, and all of that covered one side of her face too. The other side had been smeared by her sweat and secretions from her cunt. Her leggings were probably so soaked as to be a total loss. The smell in the doorway was not only twice as pungent now, but playing with her buttplug had added that to the mix as well.

Crazy. Samantha is breathing hard now and I look at the platform to see what caused it. One of the men, a shade darker than the rest, unzips his pants and takes his cock out. He reaches down and tugs at the woman's lower lip, opening her mouth for him. Then he runs his fingers through her hair and tilts her head back. “See this? This is how sluts are treated.” His voice resonates over the club and Samantha's breath hitches