Vanilla Erotica Novels & Stories

Then he gathered more of my juices on his fingers and brought them to my mouth. “Open,” He said softly. I opened my lips and sucked his fingers clean, tasting my own sweet, musky flavor. It felt so naughty, but I loved it. I licked every drop, looking up at him with hazy eyes. He knelt on the couch beside me, his huge black cock standing tall and hard. He grabbed me by the hips and yanked me forward, a sharp yelp slipping past my lips. He grabbed his cock by the base and started slapping it against my soaked, sensitive pussy. The heavy smacks made wet sounds and sent little jolts of pleasure through my clit.

Robin was in my mouth, going deeper and holding my hair. "Take it deeper," Robin ordered. "I want to feel the back of that throat. Good girl, just like that." I came a second time with Hillian’s fingers inside me and Robin’s cock stretching my lips. "Fuck yes, cum again," Hillian told me. "Squeeze my fingers. Let us feel how hard you’re going." Robin pulled out of my mouth and reached for something on the nightstand. A small black vibrator. He turned it on and waved it at me.

I moaned softly, imagining Vincent’s rough hands instead of my own. God, that man. Tall, dark-haired, always in a tailored black shirt that stretched across his chest. He looked at me like he owned me already. I pushed the vibrator harder, sliding it down to my entrance and dipping just the tip inside. Wet sounds filled the small room. I was soaked. “Shit, Ava, you’re such a dirty little slut for this,” I breathed to myself, voice low and filthy. I thrust it deeper, fucking myself with short, needy strokes while my thumb worked my clit. My hips rolled, chasing it.

Every time she got close, Marcus or Lena would ease off slightly—Marcus slowing his thrusts, Lena moving the vibrator pressure just enough to deny her. “Please, Daddy… Mommy… I can’t take it,” Vannia begged, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from her eyes. Lena smiled wickedly and moved closer, licking at Vannia’s nipples while Marcus continued fucking her. “Not yet, baby. You’ll cum when we say.” Marcus finally pulled out of Lena and removed the vibrator from Vannia’s clit. The sudden absence made her sob. He untied her legs but left her hands bound. Spreading her thighs wide, he rubbed his cock along her soaked slit.

I licked deep, sucking her swollen clit hard while she moaned loud and dirty. "Oh god, yes! Eat my pussy, Dad!" At the same time I stood up, grabbed Emma's tied wrists to yank her hips forward, and slammed my cock back into her tight pussy. Her tight virgin pussy glistened. I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance and thrust in deep in one hard stroke. The wet sounds of my tongue on Lila and my cock slamming Emma filled the study. I kept going, switching faster, licking Lila's clit until she was shaking then burying myself balls-deep in Emma's pussy while she begged for more.

Mason kept his marker on the table, his gaze fixed on the sexy lady laid on his bed. As he walked to the bed, his senses heightened. He knelt on the floor, his eyes closely fixed on Vanessa's p**sy. He wondered what it would really look like beneath her dark leggings. Mason stood up and grabbed the elastic waistline of Vanessa leggings, pulling it down through her legs. Vanessa adjusted her hip, her hands on her cl*t. Her heart raced with great anticipation, eager to feel his cold tongue on her p**sy. Mason stuck two fingers in his mouth and rubbed it on her p**sy while she moaned, her eyes closed.

Anyway, I was determined to make Joana remember who fucked her so furiously that night, so one of my hands went down to her ass, and the slaps continued. Moaning and moaning meaningless whining, we gave ourselves to that wet and dirty sex. Our skins began to sweat even more than they already were, but together that way, we just stuck even more. Joana bit her hand to moan loudly, and I said the worst kind of obscenity my mind could gather at that moment, whispering in her ear. Joana moaned again, totally involved by the smell of our sex in the air.

Vanilla grinned. "Oh my God. I thought you knew," she said shyly. "I like it too, our whole family likes it," Nick said earnestly. "Thank you," Vanilla said, the girl bit her lower lip. Damn! Nick cursed the way Vanilla bit her lower lip. The girl was very beautiful, adorable, and sensual. He wanted to drag Vanilla into his arms and kiss her until she was weak. Last night because he was with Vanilla for too long he became very excited and could no longer think clearly, he called one of the women to fulfill his desires while fantasizing about imagining Vanilla under his control. Nick cleared his throat.

he explained, hoping to clarify things but my head was still blank. None of what he said made sense. "Vanilla sex? What do you mean by that?" I asked, folding my hands below my breast. Thanks to his confusing words, I wasn't horny anymore. "What do you know about Vanilla sex?" he inquired. Why was he answering my question with a question? "I know that vanilla is…a flavour…and sex is… intercourse…" I bored my confused eyes into his. Anger rose up in my chest when he chuckled. "I only have vanilla sex with someone I'm in love with, like…" His jaws clenched painfully as he shut his eyes.

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