Spicy Smut Novels & Stories

Nyla: Sure, you can take as much as you want. A wide grin spread across my face. I replied quickly with a simple “Thanks” before I could overthink it. I grabbed the cutter and carefully opened the carton. Inside were rows and rows of small sachets of hot sauce. I took one, tore it open, and squeezed a generous amount over the fresh fries I had ordered earlier. The smell hit me first. It was rich, spicy, and slightly sweet. I dipped a fry and took a bite. Holy shit.

She poured antiseptic onto Bima’s hand, triggering excruciating pain. "System, that’s the Corrosive Acid Mushroom! Can the Spicy Sour Indomie be made now?!" Bima asked internally, trying to ignore the pain. [Warning! The Spicy Sour Indomie recipe requires 'Mutant Calming Leaf' (Anti-Signal Oil)! This has not been obtained yet!] "Damn! That leaf!" Bima cursed under his breath. Riska’s Master AI blinked, projecting data. << MUTANT CALMING LEAF LOCATION: DETECTED INSIDE THE BRF, NEAR THE 'SUPERIOR MUTANT FORMULA PROJECT' AREA. >>

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

It was the size of a dice. “Sure, no problem.” They started working again. Whilst Mary started on the vegetables, Bettina went around the kitchen to different cupboard, pulling out spices and herbs. Mary realised probably all of the cupboards contained herbs and spices. Bettina was an herbalist after all. “Bettina, what is curry?” Mary asked, she had been wondering ever since Bettina mentions what they would be making. But it had taken Mary some time to work up the courage to ask. “Curry is a spice mix, most households in Salmis have their own mix, so it never tastes exactly the same. Mine is, of course, the best,” Bettina said winking at Mary. Mary smiled and watched as Bettina placed some

Hot liquid spills out, dripping all over my closed lips, down my chin, and all over my neck as he removes his hand, covering me in his cum as he watches in fascination. Taking his fingers, he smears it around, covering my skin in the sticky substance as it drips down my cheeks and into my hair. He loves it. Forcing my mouth open, he scoops a generous glob off my throat and shoves his fingers into my mouth, pushing them to the back of my throat so his cum trickles down it. Satisfied with his masterpiece, he sits beside me, leaving me painted from head to toe in cum as he lights two cigarettes and passes me one, admiring his work of art.

Big gourami she took out of the refrigerator. “Do you have any idea what fish you want to cook, honey?” Saskia smiled. It has been two days since she wanted to eat gourami chili sauce, but she hasn't had time to shop for ingredients at the market. “How about salted egg Gurami and Matah chili sauce? It's been two days since I wanted to cook gourami but I don't have time to shop. "

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

Lauren’s pussy had plump, protruding lips glistening with wetness and thick strings of fresh cum. Sophia spread those creamy lips wide, exposing the messy pink interior. “Mmm, David fucked you good this morning, didn’t he? I can taste his thick cum in your married cunt,” she growled before diving in. Loud, obscene slurping and sucking sounds filled the audio as Sophia devoured the creampie, tongue fucking Lauren’s hole and sucking her swollen clit. Lauren thrashed wildly. “Ahh! Ahh! Eat his cum out of me, baby! Oh my god, your tongue is incredible! Don’t stop…I’m gonna cum so fucking hard!” Her hips bucked as she exploded, squirting into Sophia’s eager mouth. Sophia drank it down greedily, m

It is the smell of our past night, of her fulfilled promise, of her desire for me. She cries out, a small stifled cry, when my tongue finds her outline through the silk. The rough texture of the lace, the warmth and humidity beneath, the salty, metallic taste that permeates the fabric... It is a sacrilege. It is a communion. I lick her, slowly, with a worshipper's devotion, through the fabric, until it is soaked, transparent, clinging to her skin. Her moans fall upon me like burning rain. Her hands cling to my hair, pull me, press me against her.