Urdu Sexy Story Novels & Stories

Their relationship was nothing more than a sponsor and an artist, with the main character dutifully warming his bed even without being asked. In one word, this was a fully spicy, abusive arc that won the hearts of many crazy readers and elevated the whole book into one of the top spicy books on the platform! Uea should have been excited. Aside from money, what else was the joy of life? Of course, it was sex. Sterly gave the main character both satisfying sex and money. What else could one desire? But humans were made to be inherently greedy. When they hadn't tasted something, they'd never see it as much, but after tasting it, it would be hard to pretend they hadn't.

I moaned, head tipping back, curls spilling wild. He kissed the sound off my lips, teasing me until I was squirming, muttering half-English, half-Portuguese pleas. By the time he rolled the condom on and pushed inside, I was already trembling with need. The first thrust was messy. We knocked over my notebook, Goose meowing from the hallway, like an offended chaperone. But then Ace gripped my hips, found a rhythm, and it was everything, hot, chaotic, imperfect, and so very real.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

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He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

Richard commanded, his voice a low, jagged rasp that left no room for argument. I sank down onto the plush white outdoor rug, my red sequins bunching around my hips. The position was vulnerable, my thighs spread and my chest bared to the moon. Richard reached for his belt, the metallic click of the buckle loud in the quiet night. He shoved his trousers down, and his cock sprang free dark, engorged, and pulsing with a life of its own. "Take it," he muttered.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

The curvy one knelt behind, spreading my ass, her tongue diving into my hole, rimming me with slow, deliberate strokes. “Oh god, yes!” I gasped, rocking against the auburn one, our pussies sliding together, juices mixing. The curvy one added a finger, then two, stretching my ass, while her other hand reached around, rubbing my clit. The dual sensation drove me wild, and I came, squirting between us, soaking the rug.

Using his index finger, he tapped lightly on my pussy making me shiver involuntarily. “Please..” I whispered. Desperation creeping into my voice. He seemed to enjoy torturing me as he said with a smirk. “Please what honey? Please fuck you till you won’t be able to walk? Please fuck you till you can’t remember your name? Begging to have a taste of your teacher’s cock, such a bad girl.” The more he spoke, the more my pussy throbbed and my juices leaked. As if he sensed I won’t be able to condole the torture anymore, he buried his face in my cunt and dragged his tongue up my clit.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.