روايات وقصص ضمن Trapped Sex Stories

I whispered, though my voice trembled. But it wasn’t okay. My chest tightened, my mind raced, and the memories from earlier today clawed at me—the mistakes, the risks, the shame I had tried so hard to hide. “You weren’t meant to be involved,” he continued, his gaze unwavering. “But now it’s done, and you must understand the consequences.” Dominic’s hand pressed slightly deeper into my thigh, reminding me that despite everything, he was here, watching, controlling, claiming. I felt my breath hitch, the heat of his touch mixing with my fear and my fascination.

He said putting his forehead to my forehead. “I didn’t think that she meant we couldn’t have sex.” “Beau, you know she meant no sex.” “Well she didn’t say it so it doesn’t count.” I say crossing my arms. Trey takes his phone out starts calling someone, he puts it on speaker. “Dr.Grey speaking.” “Hey Dr.Grey, it’s Trey.” “Hello, what can I do for you?” She’s says. “Just verifying that when you told Ava to take it easy, that you meant no sex?” Trey said in a snarky way. “Umm, I would say no sex. Ava is the size of a nine month pregnant women right now and she still hopefully will make it to a minimum of seven months before birth. Keep your hands to yourself Mr.Trey.” “Hey I didn’t start it thi

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

Their every step heighten my fear. It pulls me closer to undesired forceful s*x. I gaze behind me. Perfectly blocked by their firm trainee figures without appropriate escape route. Same with my right and left. Before me is worse than other sides. Perfectly covered against escape. I stare hopeless and drained. Am beyond escape options. Am trapped within an inevitable position. Am trapped amidst s*x freak's. Am trapped as a s*x tool and sex quencher!. Oh boy. This is all messed. Entirely and severely messed.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

The confined space only heightened their arousal, the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air. Mark felt Lena's walls clench around him, signaling her building climax. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, fueling his own raw desire. "You're so fucking tight," he grunted, grinding deep to savor the feel of her stretched around him. Emotions swirled within him—the thrill of lust, the deep connection forged in this moment, and the exhilarating exposure of their tryst in the open truck bed.

“Out loud. Starting from the section you stole.” Lila’s hands trembled as she took the pages. Her voice was barely above a whisper at first, but Kane’s sharp look made her speak louder. The words were explicit—far more explicit than anything she had submitted for class. In her panic and exhaustion, she had accidentally included passages from a secret erotic story she had been writing for herself… about him. “‘Professor Kane’s strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide across his desk as he looked at my dripping pussy with hungry eyes…’” Her voice cracked.

“But I’m not done, Connie. Not even close.” He stepped back just enough to shove down his sweats, his cock heavy, hard, straining. He was leaking precum shamelessly and was about to absolutely lose his mind if he didn't get buried in her sweet little pussy. He whipped her around and propped her against the mirror. He gripped his shaft in his hand, sliding the head against her soaked folds. Her breath hitched, “Travis…” He thrust forward, pinning her harder to the glass, filling her with one brutal stroke that knocked the breath out of her,