True Sexy Stories Novelas e Histórias

We were the perfect love story, and we could have remained so…if only I hadn’t…. “Liv, what do you want?” Mark asked, snapping me out of my thoughts again. My eyes darted over the menu, “Ummh, could you order for me. I need to use the restroom real quick.” I barely heard his response as I literally sprinted towards the restroom. Have you ever been horny? I don’t mean that little urge you feel when you’re next to a man you like. I’m talking about full blown crazy need for sex. You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying.

That was more money than I made in two months. “That’s a lot of money… I’ll stay,” I said quickly, trying to ignore how both of them were staring at me. Victor’s lips curved into a smirk. “Good. We like having you here, Serena.” The way he said my name made my pussy clench. They both looked at me like they wanted to bend me over the kitchen island right there, what’s with them and their attractiveness? Later that night… I was completely lost in my own world. Lying on my back in the middle of the huge bed of the guest room, legs spread wide open, my fingers were frantically rubbing my soaked pussy. My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books.

I signed for the plain brown box quickly, trying not to look too eager and carried it straight up to my room, locking the door behind me. I sat on the bed and tore the package open. My new thick veiny dildo, it was even bigger and more realistic than I expected, two slutty lingerie sets…one black sheer babydoll and one tiny red crotchless teddy, the upgraded ring light and the sturdy tripod. My pussy clenched just looking at it all. I was soaked again. I snapped a quick photo of the opened box and sent it to HotFantasy88. **Me:** It came. Look what I got 😳 The big one is huge. I’m so horny right now after all that stress.

“Fuck, you stretch me so perfectly every time.” They moved frantic in the tight backseat. Tatum rode Sloane’s strap with hard, grinding bounces. The car rocked gently with their rhythm. Windows grew completely opaque with condensation, hiding them from the outside world. “This whole mess is your fault,” Tatum gasped between deep moans. “You shoved me first and started this addiction.” Sloane thrust her hips up to meet every drop, hands squeezing Tatum’s firm ass cheeks. “And you loved every second of it. Admit it. You crave the way I take you apart.” Their argument continued even as pleasure built higher. Moans and curses mixed with sharp words. The mix made everything more intense.

Why is he damn acting like a pervert when she was being serious? "Just answer my question and stop provoking me," "No, I didn't of course," he replied still with a smirk on his lips. She made a sigh of relief. At least this idiot didn't spill anyone's blood. "Butt..." He threw her to the bed, then lied on her. "What the hell are you doing?" "You are so sexy right now, too sexy. How could you seduce me using my own shirt and how can your hair be so wet and hot?" Her eyes widened in his comment.

Tony always knew how to handle me well and I guess that's why we managed to date for so long. Typing the URL, it loaded immediately and I clicked on the first video I laid my eyes on. The sound of a woman moaning loudly echoed through the living room of my house as her fingers rubbed her pussy. Seeing her like that had me wet in an instant. I sat well in bed ready for a self service session. I deserved it. I was a sex kink and any sex video, be it a lesbian video, a gay video or even straight as long as there were Ds and Vs, always got me off.

he asked, more like a growl. “Yes! God, yes!” I gasped, my hands clawing at his back. He leaned down and spat on my face, the shock of it making me moan louder. “Bad girl,” he chucked, his thrusts brutal and each one pushing me closer to my climax. “Take it all.” Toni was still there, her hands roaming over Alec’s back, then mine, her fingers brushing my breasts. “Jesus, Tazz, this is so fucking sexy,” she drooled, her voice thick with arousal. “He’s wrecking you.”

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

But even that tenderness turns filthy fast—his fingers sliding back inside me, curling, stroking, until I’m coming again on his hand while he whispers how beautiful I look when I fall apart. There’s no room for anything else. No guilt. No tomorrow. No thoughts of Jake, or consequences, or what happens when the trip ends. Just the slick slide of bodies, the bite of teeth on shoulders, the wet slap of skin, the way his breath catches when I clench around him, the guttural way he growls my name—Sally—right before he comes, flooding me until it drips down my thighs and stains the sheets. We chase release after release.

“I need you to relieve me, please eat me!” “Talk dirty to me babe.” Her body moved so gracefully as it slid up mine at our lips locked again. Her hand found my love tunnel again, she pushed just one finger inside me. I was going crazy, I’d become so tight that just that one finger felt like three. My pussy was so tense, it was amazing. She knew all the right places to touch me, I was in heaven. I reached down. I was so dazed with lust I couldn’t remember if she’d taken off her clothes. But when I’d finally gotten my head enough to realize I should give her some attention too we were both completely nude. It was crazy, and I was going crazy.