Tentacle Sex Story の小説・ストーリー

I could still hear my friends as they tried to struggle with the door but their words barely registered. The tentacles kept teasing me, flicking my clit and sucking my nipples. Another one wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin while two more slapped my tits and pinched my nipples hard. "Oh fuck...." I whispered, squirting in messy arcs while the tentacles kept moving inside me, never slowing down. The figure leaned closer, its silver eyes glowing. “Your friends are getting closer. Try to stay quiet, Sophia. Or maybe you want them to find you like this — tied up, squirting, being used by me."

"Please, I need more. I can take more. I know I can. Fill me up completely. Use me. I want to be so full I can't think." I know you can. I've been in your mind. I know what your body is capable of. The tentacle in my pussy swells, and then something impossible happens. Another tentacle joins the first, sliding alongside it, stretching me even wider than I thought possible. Two thick tentacles filling my pussy at once, rubbing against each other and against my walls with every synchronized thrust, creating friction and fullness beyond anything I've ever imagined. "Oh god oh god oh god—" I'm babbling, incoherent, my mind dissolving from the intensity. "I didn't know I could stretch like this—i

He reached up, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them rough, his fingers digging in, then sliding one hand down to finger her pussy while she kept riding, his thumb circling her clit, making her arch back and cry out even louder. I stood there, watching him fondle my fucking best friend, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room, and I felt sick, used, like everything we’d had was just a lie. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, my voice broke as I whispered, “Alex… Alex!” Tyla’s eyes snapped open, she froze for a second, then scrambled off him, her pussy still glistening from how wet she was, his cock shiny and hard, pointing up like

Bullets pop, and upstairs Dad and Amelia must be in Dreamland. Is this really happening? But yes—I can feel my heart racing faster, gathering speed the longer the doctor touches me. "Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. He jerks my hips forward by an inch, and my gasp cuts through the air, my throat dry, breathing ragged. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me."

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

He delved in, a single, masterful stroke before he found my clit and began to circle it, a slow, torturous rhythm that had me squirming on the edge. “You’re still thinking about me when you’re next to me,” he stated, it was a fact, not a question. “Aren’t you?” “Yes,” I muttered, the word torn from me. His touch was doing something dangerous to me, rewiring my brain, melting my bones. “Tell me what you see,” he commanded, his finger pressing harder, demanding more. “I see your mouth between my legs,” I gasped, the fantasy spilling from my lips. “I see you bending me over your desk and calling me your little whore. I see your cum leaking out of me.”

Even if we don't talk about it, but it was frequent, as for their nets that caught fish. Both men left her faint yet alive, but exhausted, leaving that tent, leaving her with her legs spread, going in search of another snack. In which nothing was impossible, in which I simply saw several people having sex, hearing moans, in which sometimes she screamed and cried, she only felt pleasure, a lot of pleasure. Whoever saw that, would not insist or interrupt, with the many times. In the case of the other vampire in the other one she tries, in the midst of publicly observing sex scenes.

Like he was starved for me, as if he couldn't get the taste of me deep enough into his mouth. I open my legs wider and slide my hand down between them. Closing my eyes, I think about last night, his tongue between my folds, sucking me into his mouth. My wet pussy clenches, and I feel my clit grow harder. I stroke myself faster, right on the edge. I hear Xavier’s voice saying “say my name, kitten”, and I cum. His name slips from my mouth like he's really here commanding me. My orgasm pulses through my body, and it feels almost as if he’s here with me. I’ve never been able to get myself off, and it’s not for lack of trying, but it seems Xavier has opened up another part of me. It’s frightening

To blend old flesh with new. I lay spread open on a smooth rock altar. “You want to breed me?” We want willing mates. Partners. Not just for seed, but for life. Join us. The tentacles bound me gently this time. They teased me for a long time, bringing me to the edge again and again without letting me cum. I begged shamelessly. “Please… I need it. Fuck me. Fill me. Make me yours!” The largest tentacle—thicker than my arm—pushed into my pussy. It stretched me to my limit, pulsing and writhing inside. Smaller ones filled my ass and mouth. Suction cups covered my body, stimulating every erogenous zone at once.