Steamy Erotica Novels & Stories

One A shudder passed through his body as the warm, moistened folds flicked his nipple, his thigh muscles tightening at the contact. Jeremy was lost in wonder and the waves of pleasure that swept through his body, his senses fighting to register what was going on. Where he was… His eyes flew open as he swallowed large gulps of air, and he instantly realized that his vision was blurred…no..closed off. All he saw was dark. But warm fingers were sliding down the hard planes of his stomach, to the aching front of his pants that was filled out thickly.

I grabbed hold of Tim's hands just as he was about to remove my swimsuit, pulled him out of the water, and pressed his body against mine. My lips grazed his ear as I whispered, teasingly flicking my tongue against him like an enchantress. "You want this, don't you?" I asked softly. His heavy breathing told me all I needed to know, but I wasn't about to give him what he wanted so easily. I lifted my leg beneath the water, trailing my soft toes across his firm chest, tracing delicate patterns. "Beg me," I whispered, my voice sultry and commanding. Tim seemed entirely under my spell, his restraint utterly shattered. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth, his tongue seeking mine in a hungry ki

“It’s so deep… I can feel it kissing my womb.” I started riding him like a woman possessed, slamming my ass down onto his lap with wet, obscene slapping sounds. My tits bounced wildly under my half-open shirt as I ground my clit against his pelvis every time I came down. “Shit, Ella… you’re so tight,” Elias gasped, his hands gripping my hips. “Shut up and fuck me,” I growled, bouncing faster. My pussy was dripping, coating his balls and thighs with my juices. The filthy squelching sounds of my wet cunt swallowing his cock filled the stall.

Chapter 7 The water cuts off with a sharp hiss, leaving me shivering in the sudden, biting cold of the stall. Steam clings to my skin like a second layer, heavy and suffocating, but it does nothing to hide the mess between my legs. I can feel Adrian’s cum leaking out of me, a hot, sticky trail sliding down my inner thigh. My body is still humming, the aftershocks of that brutal orgasm twitching through my muscles, but the rush is fading fast, replaced by a heavy, leaden dread.

Slippery wet fucking pussy. I don’t know what I love more, the sound of a went cunt when you’re ramming into it or just the feeling of being inside. Either way, my Favorite thing to do is fucking. Even better if it’s with a screamer like this one. I smirked at the sight of her messy hair and jiggling tits. “Don’t stop, Callum. Please” Her voice was so low, my ears could barely pick them up.

He shoved his huge width into her, stretching her pussy until she thought she would break. "AAHHH! Zane! It's so thick!" "Hold on to me, Lily!" Zane shouted. The Masterpiece of Flesh Zane began to pound into her. This was the steamiest, messiest sex Lily had ever had. Every time he pushed, the paint on their bodies mixed together. Red and gold smeared across his chest and her stomach. The sound of their bodies hitting was wet and loud. Slap. Squelch. Slap. The erotica of the studio was raw. Zane was biting her shoulders, leaving marks that mixed with the red paint. He was pulling her hair, moving her head so he could look into her eyes. He wanted to see her pleasure.

His brows furrowed, and just when he's about to go out in the room, Demie came out from the bathroom— on her red silk satin bathrobe that ends on her mid-thighs. Suddenly, the temperature in the room went hot. Sandro can't help himself but gaze upon an exquisite and ravishing woman in red in front of him. From her slightly open mouth that made him lick his lips, and his eyes followed the droplet of water from her wet hair that went to her visible cleavage. Sandro can see her round breasts that are under the bathrobe that made his c*ck screaming. And the mouth-watering sweet scent of Demie is urging Sandro to have a taste of it. And prove that they taste as sweet as they smell. Just by thinki

Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in on

I moaned loudly, head falling back against the cold window as he finger-fucked me hard and fast. The wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the office while his thumb rubbed fast circles over my swollen clit. “So fucking wet already,” he rasped, adding a third finger and stretching my tight hole wider. “This greedy little cunt is dripping down my wrist. You’ve been fantasizing about me bending you over and ruining you for months, haven’t you, you filthy girl?” My hips bucked desperately against his hand. He curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over until my legs shook violently.

he said to me, very calmly and seducing. I felt rush of shiver down my spine, I pushed away the blanket slowly from my body. “I thought about how it would feel having you inside me” I said, spreading my legs apart, showing my pussy. I licked my finger and took it to my pussy, gently circling my clit. Then I took my other hand and touched my boobs, running my fingers to my swollen nipples. I circled them as I touched my pussy. “Help me young master” I said looking at him sleazily.