The Wrangler Queen Porn Novels & Stories

She has turned to dead weight and I prop her ass up. I spit on the crack of her ass and, without warning, I shove two fingers inside of her ass. Whatever she is saying now is incoherent. The cushion was muffling her voice, thankfully. “Cum for me one more time.” Thrust into her hard. She will feel me for days. I feel her tighten on me once more and I close my eyes. My Queen was under me, not Broken Siren. Chained up to the bed, flashing that beautiful pink pussy at me. She needs me to claim her as mine. Two more thrusts, and I feel my balls tighten as I cum into the condom.

"Hmmn. And bad girls deserve to be fucked like a whore, don't they?" My dragon purred so loudly that I was sure he could hear it. He was talking to me in ways I swore no one ever could. It was so dirty. And so hot. Why was it so hot? “My perfect, soon-to-be-Queen… Do you want to fucked like the dirty whore you are?” "I'M. NOT. A. WHORE." I bit out, pulling him up to my lips. "Debatable.” He laughed wickedly against my lips and with that, he thrust back inside me, driving even deeper as I cry out in pain and relief.

I was already a whimpering mess and wrapped my hands around his neck for support. “Ahh! Fuck!” I cried out as Ronan’s pushed his thick finger into my pussy. Despite how many times it was, the fullness I felt was still the same, and I felt my legs attempting to give way as soon as he added the second finger. “Ahh, Ronan,” He chuckled at my whimpering, his head bending as he kissed my lips. “You can’t have everyone out there know that this king is touching his queen in here,” his voice was dangerously low and husky, and I found myself nodding without even thinking.

Have an OnlyFans account. I needed backup. I pulled out my phone and sent my boyfriend a text. "So, what's the big deal, Ms. Kwon?" I asked her. "There are girls that are just whores for real men to fuck. Sluts who do p**n and star in movies and strip in clubs. They're not marriage material. They're gold-diggers. Trophy wives. Sluts who go wild in Cancun on Spring Break or in New Orleans on Mardi Gras. We need to mold these wild girls so they can be ready to show their tits for a few shells on a necklace. Ready them for their future of whoredom instead of motherhood."

she moaned softly as she slowed her pace, my spasming dick finishing its eruption. On screen the black actor was spewing an incredible load all over the actresses behind, rope after rope coating her milky ass. The white male actor reappeared, slowly making his way back on screen. He leaned down and kissed the woman passionately, just as the screen faded to black with the splash title "Wife Sharing 4". I was a bit surprised, not having realized I selected that sort of porn, Stacey noticed too "Oh yeah babe?" she turned and kissed me "A bit kinky tonight are we?" she smiled, jokingly.

The door bang shut on its own behind me, making me jump in fear. I walked further into the room and a little candle lit up in front of me. The Queen of Umbraeth sat in front of me in a silk dress that exposed her cleavage and her creamy legs that she put around the King's shoulder who was kneeling in between her legs and eating her out. My fist clenched beside me as I stood and watched her moan as she pushed the King's head closer to her pussy. “Fuck, Everan.” She threw her head back in pleasure. “Just like that. Yeah, don't stop.”

beg for more, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "More, Tyler! Don't stop!" I reach under his pillow, pull out the wand I stashed there earlier, flick it to high, and press it directly to my clit without ever breaking rhythm. "Watch this," I say to the camera, grinning wickedly. The orgasm hits like a wrecking ball. I scream raw and broken, my pussy clamping down so hard he shouts, his hips bucking wildly beneath me. "Scarlett! Fuck!" he yells, trying to follow me over the edge. I keep the wand there, riding the aftershocks, forcing him to feel every pulse, every clench, every gush of wetness as I squirt down his cock and balls, soaking the sheets beneath us. "Oh God, yes!" I cry

Under the spray he washes me gentle, fingers sliding through the mess between my legs, thumb circling my clit until I come again against the tile. Later, wrapped in his towel, hair dripping, I steal his phone and film a quick clip, me on my knees in the steam, licking our mixed cum off his wedding ring finger while he records from above. I post it to the secret group with the caption, winner takes all 🏆💦 pot’s closed, boys. Daddy cashed in. By morning the trailer smells like sex and coffee. Ray’s already hard again, bending me over the kitchen counter while the biscuits burn.

The queen jerked the towel off my waist, I covered my rod immediately glancing at each of the maids, looking for a way to get out of here. The queen giggled, she cupped my face in her hands as she placed a kiss on one of my nipples. “My queen, we shouldn't be doing this,” I pleaded. “You talk too much,” she frowns pulling me into a kiss, I push her away gently. “My queen…” “You dare defy me?” She scoffed. “My queen I would never.” “Godfrey,” she whispered. “Looking at your rod in the arena made me horny, I really need you to fill my pussy with your seeds.”

With every thrust of his hips she would dig her nails into his ass, making him slam into her harder faster. “Damn, so wet, hot, and tight. That's right baby. Take my cock!” His husky voice yelled out. I walked back into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. I could hear them grunting and moaning. I washed my body and when I started to wash my hair, the shower door opened, and in walked our sexy Queen. I moaned, inhaling her scent that smelled like us both and her own sexy scent, rain and fire. “Pyrite, My Mate and King. I need you now,” She tells me. She comes to me and jumps on me and wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. My hands land on her thick ass.