Vanilla Erotica Novels & Stories

His eyes flickered with arousal. "Damn... wet," He huskily whispered and bent down to twitch her nipples over the thin bra layer. Unhooking it recklessly, he took her nipple into his mouth and gave them a slow and gentle suck while the other hand softly pumped a finger inside her sex. Slowly, his finger moved inside her panty, and then impatiently, he tore the last piece of her body. He inserted two fingers inside her vagina, and the soft movements turned rough and deep. "Ohh... God," Elaina's back arched off the bed as she began to feel the erotica.

Simple way to describe her taste, cinnamon and vanilla, sweet, sweet vanilla. She reacted to my touch so well, like her body was waiting for me. I knew she wasn't lying about the asexual part, her body movement testified to that. She squirmed like someone who hadn't been touched since forever; like a virgin. Then how desperate she became to take off her clothing, like she hadn't had the urge to for years. It made me feel fucking good knowing she hadn't been touched for a long time and was being awakened by me. I was going to take our relationship off the innocent line.

Ashamed, Vana covered herself with her hands. Instead of removing her hands, Sandro began to kiss her thighs. Once again, the woman moaned. When she unknowingly moved her hands away from her core due to the overwhelming sensation she was feeling, he took the opportunity to explore her womanhood. Vana went crazy. “Ohh… I-I can’t take it anymore. T-that’s right… Ahhh…” “Shhh. I know stopping was the last thing you wanted me to do.” He continued playing with her pearl. Vana was delirious. Her loud moans filled the room. Moments later, she reached the peak of her desires. Sandro smirked as the warm liquid flowed outside her flower.

She hugged me warmly. “Elena, you always pick the most divine venues. This place is perfect.” Lucas’s eyes met mine over her shoulder dark, hungry, full of secrets. My thighs clenched at the memory of him inside me against the window, his cum still leaking down my leg when I’d left last night. We tasted cakes. Vanilla bean with raspberry, chocolate hazelnut, lemon elderflower. Victoria chatted about the “intimate” ceremony, her hand occasionally brushing Lucas’s arm.

Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance up to her clit. “Oh my god,” she whispered. The sensation was intense. His tongue was warm and wet, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He licked her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her juices. Sara’s hands gripped the edge of the desk. Her legs trembled. Professor Kane groaned against her pussy. “You taste so fucking good.” He used his thumbs to spread her lips wider, exposing her swollen clit. He flicked his tongue over it rapidly, then sucked it into his mouth.

“ She loved hearing him talk like this and describing how her body was being used by him. „Your tits are hanging down under you as I bang your shaved cunt. Do you want me to hold your tits as I fuck you?“ „Yes, hold them, pinch them. I'm so close. Make me cum. Please fuck me hard“, Vanessa begged as the words came from her as if on automatic pilot. And then he started to really hammer her and as he did his body hit her clit with each powerful stroke and drove her over the edge. Her head was down flat on the lounge chair with her ass up to meet his savage cock. Vanessa's pussy spasmed and held him and met each thrust. She was moaning and screaming in a wild delirious state as the waves of ero

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

I held his shoulders as my legs shivered and I cried out in ecstasy. “Tell me Elena, did you miss me?” he asked with a low seductive voice. “Tell me how you missed me stroking your wet pussy” he said. “I missed you Nate, I missed fucking you” I cried out. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t stop touching me Nate, fuck me please.” I begged, shamelessly. “That’s nice to hear” he said and he pushed me to the wall, he went down on his raising one of my legs and placing it on his shoulder. Then he buried his face into my fucking pussy

The men moved and guided Camila to the back of a sleek, black car. Lopez, pushed her forward, bending her over the trunk. "Spread your legs, sweetheart," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous. Camila complied, her body trembling with anticipation. Van knelt behind her, his strong hands gripping her thighs as he spread them wider. He leaned in, his tongue tracing her thigh before focusing on her clit, his fingers sliding inside her, going in and out with full force that made her moan.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.