Strapon Erotic Stories の小説・ストーリー

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

Nine months of divorce numbness and eight months of pretending he didn’t want her like this — it all crashed over him at once. He slid his hand between her legs. She was dripping. Soaking his fingers the second he touched her. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re soaked. Spanked and dripping for your Master like a good little slave.” She moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. “Master— please—” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Deep. Curling. His thumb found her clit and rubbed tight circles. She cried out, hips rocking desperately against his thigh.

His fingers dipped between my legs and stroked my soaked cunt. “So wet already,” he growled. “Does being spanked like a naughty little slut turn you on?” “Mhmm…” I moaned and pushed back against his hand. Without warning, he pushed two thick fingers inside me. I cried out, my walls clenching greedily around him. Damien fucked me with them slowly, curling and stroking that perfect spot until my toes curled. “Not yet.” He warned, pulling out. He lifted me effortlessly onto my back on the couch. “Spread your legs. Show me what’s mine.”

I want him to ruin me. “You’re playing with fire, Harper,” he growls, but his voice is thick with something darker than anger, something darker than need. I suck on his fingers, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt of his skin and the bourbon ghosting off it. His pupils dilate. He hisses between his teeth. “You want to ride Daddy’s cock?” he murmurs. My thighs clench, trembling under the lace garters. I nod, too far gone to pretend anymore. “I want you to take me, Grant. Hard. Like I belong to you.”

She walked right up to the bed, teasing my jaw with the tip of a leather crop before leaning down to stroke Jake's back. "Such an obedient little toy," she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest. Without another word, she unbuttoned her lace robe, stepping over my hips and guiding my hard cock straight into her wet core in one smooth drop. "Ahhh, fuck," she groaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she sank all the way down. The heat was overwhelming. She rode me with relentless power, her hips slamming against mine while she held a small vibrating bullet right against my tip. Behind me, Jake grabbed the dildo and drove it back into my hole with ruthless force.

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

“You don’t come until I say so.” I cried out at the sharp sting, my clit throbbing painfully with need. “Please…” I begged shamelessly. “Please let me come.” Lena stood up, towering over me again. She grabbed my hand and pressed it against the hard bulge of her strap — I hadn’t even noticed she was wearing one under her jeans. “You’re going to earn it,” she said, voice dark with lust. “Get on your knees and suck my cock like a good girl first.” Right there on the rooftop, hidden only by a few plants, I dropped to my knees. My dress was bunched around my waist, pussy exposed and dripping down my thighs. I frantically unbuttoned Lena’s jeans and pulled out the thick, realistic strap-on she was

She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired. Damon opened the door without knocking. He entered the room wearing black pyjamas bottoms. His chest was bare. Ara stared at his sculpted body. Damn, he had such a sexy shape. “Tonight’s chapter is about a cold billionaire who becomes obsessed with the erotic writer under his roof. He fucks her in every corner of his domain. He ruins her until she understands she belongs to him completely.” "That sounds very familiar," Ara smiled. "So I expect you to do a good job."

"And my friends are here to breed your little ass, Jamie. You’ve been such a good little slut for me, I figured it was time you learned how to handle a real crowd." "No!" I gasped, shaking my head, even as my heart hammered with a dark, forbidden thrill. "I don't want it! Kade, please, tell them to leave!" "It doesn't matter what you want," Kade said, moving toward the window. The two men began stripping, their clothes hitting the floor in heavy piles. They were towering over me, their shadows swallowing my small frame. The bearded one, Brian, reached down and ripped my shorts the rest of the way off. He didn't hesitate…he delivered a stinging, heavy spank to my bare ass that made me cry out

“Gonna fill you up, baby… pump every last drop into my girlfriend’s womb… mark you as mine.” Layla came violently, her pussy quivering and milking him as she screamed his name. Tony roared and exploded inside her, flooding her depths with thick cum that overflowed almost immediately, leaking down her ass in creamy streams. He barely gave her time to catch her breath before pulling his cock free with a gush of mixed fluids and pounding straight into Elena. “Your turn, Mommy whore… take Daddy’s next load deep.” Sophia begged hoarsely, her voice raw from screaming, eyes glassy with need. “Yes… breed Mommy’s slutty cunt… flood me with your potent seed… make me leak your cum for days… I’m your br