Taylor Stiles Porn Novels & Stories

I raised my hands under her mounds, cupping them and flicking her nipples. Taylor let out a soft moan as I began teasing her hard little buds, pinching and rubbing them, and massaging her entire breast. My lips moved down to her nipple, and I started sucking on it lightly. Instinctively, Taylor almost bucked her hips to the breaking point. She was enjoying this already, but she needed more. I moved a hand under her skirt and helped her out of her panties, tossing them onto the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Slowly, I used my finger to rub some of her already-leaking juices around until I landed on her clit.

Her own strap-on bobbed heavily between her legs, aching to be buried in warm, tight flesh. "Mmmm you two look so fucking hot like that," Stacy purred, reaching up to pinch and twist her own nipples. "I bet you're ready for my big cock now, aren't you?" Jenna and Tina both moaned in unison, lifting their heads to gaze at Stacy with pleading eyes. "Me, me!" they chanted, desperately wanting to feel that thick plastic shaft splitting them open. Grinning wickedly, Stacy crawled onto the bed behind them. "On your hands and knees, sluts. Let me see those perfect asses."

Taylor's hand slid between her legs. "Oh, Emma!" Ms. Brown exclaimed in lust as Ms. Taylor began to masturbate her with steady circular strokes of her fingers. I decided I couldn't wait any longer. I uploaded the video recorded so far to safe storage on the net and then copied it to my ipod before slowly making my way downstairs. At the foot of the stairs I crept carefully to the living room door. "Oh, fuck me," I muttered. Ms. Brown was grunting in abject abandonment of any worries she might have had. Ms. Taylor face was buried between her lithe legs as she licked her cunt with the utmost enjoyment.

Warning: R18 content ahead! “F*cking stop it, Taylor!” The person being grilled as a mistress in the entire nation’s social media is currently seated on her office chair, breathless. Leila’s face, flushed as she stared at Taylor’s fingers. Taylor slumped on the floor, his back leaning against Leila’s office table. He was holding Leila’s legs apart with a smirk on his face. “Don’t you like it when I play you?” Leila’s underwear was thrown on the floor while her black pencil skirt was scrunched up to her waist. Her white shirt was unbuttoned, revealing her red lace brassiere.

A groan of pleasure escapes me, my arousal unfurling from my depths and rising through my body until I feel waves of sensation beginning to ripple across my pelvis. Taylor suddenly pulls away and I open my eyes to find him unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his belt. I lick my lips as he pushes his trousers down his legs along with his boxers giving me an exquisite view of his smooth cock standing to attention. Before I can say anything, though, Taylor grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the stool. The loose fabric of my dress is pushed back around my waist, my lace panties shredded and discarded, and then Taylor is plunging his fingers into me. He sets up a punishing rhythm, fucking

My cheeks were blazing by the end of my revelation. Tamara smirked, nodding her head at me. "Now that's what I'm talking about. Double penetration. Very good. I knew there would be a kink in you if you're dating a pornstar." She walked over to the wall and pulled down a small package. "This is the beginner size. A butt plug, lynn. He'll slip this into your anal cavity and then you two can screw in any position you want where you'll feel that same fullness." I grabbed the package from her and stared down at it with awe. It was black, pointy, but had a small round bulge in it.

He reached for the envelop that had been begging to be opened and the first information he saw almost had him falling off his chair. “Pornstar?! She was a pornstar?!” Dante called out, earning him a few gasps and puzzled looks from the customers that were enjoying their coffee. He coudn’t care any less that he did as his eyes quickly ran through the report. Skai Leighton, stage name Lustful Lily.

“Fuck my cute, little bum!” He stretches her little ass hole for a few minutes before gripping her hips and shooting off inside her. He grunts and groans the entire time he’s cumming. Once he’s gone, she flip onto her back and grab more tissues to clean up her holes. While she’s wiping, two girls stand beside the bed on opposite sides, and each reach out to play with one of his balls. Girl Number Eight climbs up on the bed. He grips her legs and pushes them back until ber ankles are by her ears. Bent in half, her pussy and anus are on full display to his lustful gaze. Then he’s in her.

I collapsed on top of her, my softening cock slipping from her well-fucked hole with a gush of our combined fluids. After I had pulled out, I lay back, wondering if I should apologize to Stacy. But she’d already moved on to the next chapter. She shouldered apart Mira’s thighs and began eating her out. Astounded, I watched her licking up my come from another woman’s pussy. After about ten sexy minutes of that, I was fully hard again. I was turned on by their demonstration. Stacy apparently knew exactly what she was doing. She flipped onto her back, spread her legs and said, “It’s my turn. Fuck me, babe!”

“Much better. Your turn to dare someone.” I try to keep it light, but they keep pushing it back on me. Soon I am sitting there topless, cheeks flushed, while they whisper and laugh. My straight mind keeps repeating that this is just girls messing around. Nothing serious. Yet the way they look at me makes my pulse race. Taylor holds up something small and pink from her bag. A bullet vibrator. She turns it on and the quiet buzz fills the room. “Next dare is for you,” she says. “Panties off. Then you hold this against your clit until we say stop.”