Novel & Cerita Urdu Font Sex Stories

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV I take my time there, sucking it like candy, my tongue poking at the pee hole in the middle. Feeling that Dnaria shudders again, and I peek up to see her closing her eyes briefly.

I melted into the kiss, tasting the wine and the passion and the promise of many more nights exactly like this one. Best drunk sex of my life.

“Maybe the message here is that if we’re all a lot more open about sex, we could all have a lot more of it too.” I looked over at Vella, who was lost in the action, holding a cock with one hand, sucking on another with her mouth, while a third one just dumped his load all over her hair. She seemed happy. Then, to my own surprise, the pretty blonde that had introduced us came back from behind the stage, to the cheers of the audience, and accompanied my friend, licking some cum off her cheek and kneeling down besides her to suck off another guy. She must’ve gotten the message too.

I stared in awe as it seemed to grow in size and when it began to tent his trousers outward I looked up to see her quickly shoot a questioning glance at me. I knew by the look in her eyes that she was remembering our discussions about men, and our curiosity of the knowledge that we had gained only from books that we had found hidden on the top back shelf of our father’s library. We had found them quite accidentally when we were searching for a remedy for poison ivy. Shocked by what we had stumbled upon we ran to our bedroom to study the books in secret. Page by page we perused the information there and some of it was quite graphic in nature. Astounded by the illustrations that were contained

I reached down, my fingers fumbling with the button of his trousers, desperate to feel the heat I’d been craving. Sensing my urgency, Gab pulled back just enough to strip them off, tossing them carelessly onto the floor. He stood over me for a heartbeat, clad only in that crisp white dress shirt, looking every bit the powerful man he was. I didn't let him stay standing for long. I slid off the couch, dropping to my knees on the thick rug at his feet. I looked up at him, my red lipstick probably smeared, but I didn't care. I reached out, my hands wrapping around his thick, heavy length. The skin was hot, and as I started rubbing the flesh up and down, I watched his face transform.

The smell of sex filled the air, musky, dirty, addictive. "Such a perfect hole," he snarled. "Gonna fill you up every day. Keep you leaking my cum while you work at your desk." I was close, so fucking close, when he suddenly pulled out. He flipped me onto my back on the couch and climbed over me, stroking his glistening cock furiously. "Open your mouth." I barely had time to obey before he exploded. Thick ropes of hot cum painted my face, across my lips, my cheeks, one spurt hitting my tongue. I gasped, tasting him again as it dripped down my chin.

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

"We didn't ask for your brother and my mom to get married. It's not our fault." "Stop. Stop trying to talk me into this." He thrusts hard into the cradle of my thighs, his groan splitting the night air. "It's wrong, Ursula. It's wrong." Hump hump hump. Each one harder than the last. His mouth finds mine and we're ravenous. His beard is coarse on my cheeks and chin, his tongue smooth and smoky as it licks against mine. Again and again. I need no interpretation to know his growl means "open wider." I just do it. I open my mouth as much as I can, letting him invade it. Letting him pump me hard into the wall, my legs shaking with the force on either side of him.

She desperately muffled her moans so as to not let them escape. "Moan for daddy, little slut", I muttered right before sticking my tongue as far as it can go into her pussy and swirling my tongue around her pussy walls. "Ahhhh ahmphhh", she let out a loud moan that filled the room. "N..not th..there", she yells as she pulls my hair and rolls her eyes up, into her head. "D...daddy, I'm cu...", she stuck out her tongue and sprayed her cum and squirt all over my face and beard, painting my face with her love juices.