The Wrangler Queen Porn Novels & Stories

"The borders are secure. Do we watch Vance march, or do I drag you to the stone altar and claim what belongs to the pack before we ride for the gorge?" "The altar, Killian," I whispered, my head falling back against his shoulder as the royal fire burned frantically within my pupils. The persistent, heavy ache between my thighs had reached an absolute crucible, the friction of my leather trousers driving my core into a burning, wet desperation that demanded total surrender before the first horn blew. "Claim your Queen."

He thrust faster and faster in sheer ecstasy, causing the young woman’s delicate body to tremble uncontrollably. From his perspective, it was a breathtakingly sensual and exquisite sight. With every thrust, the plump flesh of her snow-white buttocks would ripple in soft waves as they were slapped against him—especially with a massive, throbbing cock standing erect and exposed right in the middle. The stark visual contrast was enough to make anyone’s blood boil. The fierce thrusting forced the young woman’s slender waist—so narrow it could barely be gripped—to press even lower, causing her fair, lustrous back and delicate shoulders to tremble slightly.

He pressed the fabric against my swollen clit, rubbing slow, firm circles that made my hips jerk. “Oh god…” I whispered, trying to stay focused on the couple. “Now switch positions. I want her riding him reverse cowgirl. Slow at first… make her grind on that cock. Let the camera see every inch sliding in and out of her wet pussy.” The brunette climbed on top, facing away from the guy, and sank down onto his thick cock with a loud moan. The wet *squelch* as she took him deep made my own pussy throb jealously. Ken’s fingers rubbed faster over my panties, pressing the soaked material between my folds. I was dripping so much it felt like I had already cum.

The girl is a porn star, taking all of us multiple times. “I could, but why would I when I have five studs who can carry me instead? I’m so sore, but can’t even complain,” Carley whines with a smile and then yawns. “Just so we all know. We aren’t allowed near her pussy for at least 24 hours,” Weston sniggers. “Yep! Now feed me and tell me I’m pretty!” Carley demands, and we all loudly chuckle. “I’m on it, Chaos Queen,” Jase says, still laughing. It’s so good for him to smile this much. I can’t remember the last time I felt this peaceful happiness that surrounds us.

We got to the restaurant I wanted this night to end I don’t think I could stand being so close much longer. *More Sexual Content* Rene POV The Queen looked amazing in every outfit and everything she has done today, she looked to die for in the bikini this afternoon at the pool I think the best part was the way her ass popped in it and her breasts would bounce up and down when she was playing in the water. I was watching her while Ariella was sitting on my lap on the lounge chair. She was rubbing up and down on my cock and I told her that if she doesn’t stop I’m going to take her to our and punish her and she softly moaned. My cock got instantly hard when got out the pool to greet Bryan’s fo

“There—right there—don’t stop—” I didn’t. I fucked her like I was trying to imprint myself into her bones. Rough. Relentless. The headboard banged against the wall in a steady rhythm. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. I caught one in my mouth again, sucking hard while I drove into her. She was loud now—moans, curses, my name over and over. No queenly composure left. Just need. Just us. I felt her start to tighten again, fluttering around my cock. “Come with me,” she gasped. “Please—come inside me—”

Her perfect ass was all I could see as it throbbed in time to my thrusts. Clutching the tops of my thighs, Wren rode my cock with wanton abandon, her hair coming loose of the knot and tumbling down her shoulders. I caught the scent of her shampoo as she moved, the vanilla fragrance sending a bolt of unbridled lust through me. Anchoring my hands on her hips, I pumped into her, urging her to find another orgasm before I changed positions once more.

She walked over to the man, as though she was also heading to the restroom, and he stopped, asking, "Yes, what do you want?" "I'm really very pressed," Queen replied. "Can you help me? Where's the restroom, please?" "It's just by your right. Haven't you seen it?" the man asked. Queen pretended to look and said, "Oh, my bad. I'm so sorry." She walked over to the door, held the handle, and pushed it open. She unhooked the button of her coverall, showing her bra, and turned to face the man. She smiled and licked her lips. Curving her index finger in invitation, she whispered, "I'm so horny. Won't you like to have some fun?"

"We're in," "Thank you so much," "I'm your slave from today" The group responded with various exclamations, their excitement evident. "Okay, then it's settled," Lea said, laughing lightly. ---- In the magical world of dragons... Queen Elizabeth Vetrov of the Kingdom of Asterin sat in her office, poring over documents, when her assistant, Allen, knocked on the door. "Enter," she called. "Good morning, my dear queen," Allen greeted as he stepped into the office, closing the doors behind him.

The tension in my chest, the weight of all my secrets, starts to ease for the first time since I knew I had secrets to keep. He can be the king, the conqueror. I thread a hand between us, find the top of his shredded pants, and cup his cock. He jerks into my palm, and I grin. As everyone knows, as Mother and Luna Raven make more than clear, the queen is usually the true power. I loosen his pants until I can reach skin, and begin stroking him in rhythm with his wild feast on my neck. His groan vibrates through my whole body. Fingertips dance over the apex of my thighs, teasing.