The Pleasure Mga Nobela at Kwento

I felt the running cold water touches my hard thing and that adds the tension. I imagined Ara rubbing my shaft with her both soft hands and making it down. " Shit!", I mumbled as I keep my eyes closed feeling the intense pleasure I am giving to my body now. I am thinking about how she played the base part of my cock with her long and wet tongue. She keeps on licking it on part of my balls until I felt that she's climbing her tongue to the top part. "Hmmm", I moaned as my hands are rubbing the top of my hardness while imagining that Ara is doing it herself

"If you won't do it then I will i said and before he could finish saying 'wait?' I sat on his dick, i morned and he mourned at the same time. There was an explosion inside my head, his dick was so hard, so hard i wondered why he wouldn't fuck me. I continued to ride him as balls of pleasure keep bursting in my head, i mourned so loud. His dick is the sweetest dick i ever tasted, it is also the warmest, his dick is both long and thick and so firm, gosh, I can sleep on this dick, I can do this all night, a rush of pleasure keeps going through my body as i rode him and as she hears him mourn. (For Dave) i felt like i was in another world following the magical explosion of pleasure i got the sec

She felt herself moan with pleasure as Blair moved his hands higher and higher. He finally reached the apex of her pleasure, and Tabitha felt her body shudder with pleasure. Blair moved his hands faster, bringing her to the brink of pleasure. Tabitha let out a loud moan as she felt her body erupt in pleasure. They stayed there for a few moments, their bodies intertwined, their hearts beating as one. Tabitha felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over her, and she knew she had experienced something incredibly special. She curled up in Blair’s arms, feeling more alive than ever before.

Pleasure was the feeling of the mate bond. The good entirety of it. The sparks that flew at its friction, the tingles that consumed whoseover it possessed fully, the need for another till the point that it was absolutely wreaking not to pursue. The mate bond was filled with quest of boundless pleasures screaming to be attained. But if pleasure lingered for too long in one's veins without any satisfaction to quench it or at least lay it to a temporal rest, it became sour, bitter and morph into the other taste of pleasure...

"Fvck! Ah, you're so fvcking good, love!" They are no longer themselves. They have been swallowed by the pleasure caused by intercourse. They don't care if the car they ride shakes. It was as if they had their world where only the two of them were there and brought pleasure to each other. They could hear their skins clashing. At each meeting, equality is caused by the taste of each other. They want more and more. Until their movements became even faster as Treyton continued to kiss Daphne's neck and hold her hips, which seemed to be maneuvered with each rise and fall of his manhood.

His skill was unparalleled, surpassing any pleasure I had ever experienced before. “I will guide you through a journey of exquisite pleasure,” he rasped in a deep, tantalizing voice, filled with anticipation. He immediately returned to kissing my lips, his confidence evident in his every move. It felt as though he was guiding our dance, his expertise surpassing my own. Lost in the moment, I didn't realize we had entered the adjacent hut, consumed by the pleasure he was bestowing upon me. Pleasure was something I had never actively sought before, believing that one could live without it. But with Lucas, it was different. His touch ignited a desire within me, li

She shattered, her pussy spasming around his cock as waves of pleasure hit her, making her shake and cry out his name. He didn’t stop, driving harder and faster, each thrust hitting deeper as his own pleasure built. His mouth found her breasts, sucking and biting, groaning, “Fuck… I love your pussy.” With one last deep thrust, he buried himself fully and came, hot cum spilling inside her in thick waves. They both panted, bodies pressed together under the running water, spent and completely satisfied.

She started to realize that it truly wasn’t embarrassment or pain that she was feeling – it was intense pleasure instead. Maybe it was the Count’s rhythmic hip movements, or the feeling of being overpowered and dominated, but she was really enjoying taking the huge girth. The slow, loving penetration was having an amazing effect on Precious’s snatch, which was now glistening like amber nectar in the dim cellar light.

Once both Dean and Holden have taken their places, and both have a steady hold on me, they begin hard strong thrusts inside me. I scream! If that isn't pleasure, I don't know what is! Quickening their pace, they slam deep inside me at record paces, both keeping in rhythm with each other; as Dean slams in, Holden eases out, and again and again. I can't even comprehend or explain the pleasure I'm dealing with right now. Not once have I experienced double penetration but god I want it again and again! I slowly feel that pleasurable feeling build again! I can't handle it; for the first time, I worry about how I will handle it. Will I cope? Will I pass out?

"There are many ways to experience pleasure. Tonight, I'll show you some of them." His hands moved to her shoulders, fingers pressing into her skin with delicious pressure. "All pleasure begins in the mind, Red," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "What you imagine, what you anticipate, that's where true satisfaction starts."