Novel & Cerita Steamy Men

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

The locker room had become a prison of steam, sweat, and unrelenting lust. Alex could barely stand after the shower marathon, his legs shaking violently as residual cum continued to trickle down his inner thighs despite the water. His hole felt ruined—puffy, sore, and strangely empty now that Jax had finally pulled out. Every breath sent a throb through his overstimulated body, his prostate hypersensitive from the repeated poundings. The hot water had long since washed away most of the visible evidence, but the deep ache inside him remained, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he had been claimed.

She hated seeing them flirting right in front of her. Jo: Aren't you going to visit mom? She texted Harvey. It took at least fifteen minutes when he replied. Big Bro: Maybe, I'm quite busy torturing those bastards who touch my woman. Jo: Do I know this woman? Big Bro: Yeah. Jo: Keira and Alessandro are flirting. I am so tired of it. Big Bro: LOL! Find a man. Big Bro: BTW I have at least five men here, but their penis is three to four inches. Is that alright with you?

And lastly, Dr Smith Crowe; my former college professor, the man I shamelessly flirted with and then ghosted, sat there with that calm, authoritative stare that still made my stomach clench and my clit throb. Fuck. These men didn’t bother hiding that they were filthy animals. And the worst part? I didn’t care. I loved it. In the real world I’ve always felt like a six, maybe a seven on a good hair and makeup day. Average height, decent curves, nothing that usually stops traffic. But here? With these seven powerful men staring at me like I’m the only meal they’ve craved in years, I feel like a goddamn ten. Their raw hunger makes me confident. Bold. And so fucking horny I can barely think strai

The man stood up. He moved through the steam like he had all the time in the world. Every step was slow and sure, his thick legs flexing, his own towel barely containing the thick bulge pushing against it. He climbed up to the top bench and sat right next to Soren. Close. Their thighs almost touching. The heat coming off his body was hotter than the steam. He didn't say anything. Just watched Soren's hand move. Watched his fist slide up and down his shaft. Watched the wet tip drip onto his stomach.

He let out a low growl and he shot his load on my stomach, his body trembling lightly. Before I could process all that, the beardless man rubbing my nipples came down on me, his tongue, rougher than Freddie's, ate me out. He slurped up the juice like someone starving and sucked on my clit. I loved every bit of the way his tongue made me his doll. He stood up, his dick in hand as he shoved it roughly into me, earning a scream from me. He smiled slyly and was satisfied as he fucked me.

I sighed, looking up at the person, only to find two hot men looming over me, staring at me with this weird look on their faces. Holy fuck. What did I do this time? “That’s enough. You should go home now,” one of the hot men spoke up. Oh, did I mention they were hot? Mr. Extremely Sexy pulled me up, and Mr. Extremely Sexy No.2 helped him. While one looked like someone straight out of an Italian Mafia romance, the other looked like he had been pulled out of some rich and powerful man’s contest and he’d won. I looked between them and unconsciously licked my lips.

She really doesn't see me as a man, huh? "Boys watch uncensored videos because it's sensual and exciting. Men like me, however, prefer the plot. For example, teacher-student romances, sex with sisters-in-law, sex with a stalker, bondage, coercion... The more taboo the plot, the more stimulating it is." Felicity blushed, and it took her a while to say, "You pervert!" Vermont laughed and asked, "Which one do you prefer?" Something popped up in Felicity's mind, and her cheeks turned red. She glared at Vermont and snorted coldly, "Why would I tell you?!"

Demie didn't know if she could even resist this man. Demie's sweet p*ssy is all over him now. The smell of her p*ssy is making his d*ck even harder. He can feel his balls full of his c*m. He needs to release it now or it'll burst now. So without a pause, he starts playing her p*ssy with his tongue. As she also bucking her hips back and forth, until she's moaning so loud as she cried out his name. Demie rolled on his side after she convulses, Sandro sucked all her sweet c*m. She's panting so hard, she felt Sandro moved. So she faced him, and what welcomes her is his hard d*ck, pointing at her.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.