Vincent Tang Gay Porn Novels & Stories

Martin said in a whispery tone as he started pulling off his shorts. He went close to Anabel and abruptly kissed her, laying her back on the bed with one of his hands behind her waist. Martin laid with his side beside her, his index finger sliding inside her p**sy. Finger-fucking her, his teeth and tongue on her nipples brought pleasure to her as she moaned, rubbing her cl*t. Then Martin climbed on top of her, his d**k slid into her seamlessly. As they f**ked, the breath from their moans touched their faces. Martin kissed Anabel's lips like he lost his mind.

It hadn't even crossed my mind. I was having unprotected sex with a guy I barely knew, and what's worse? I didn't care. He felt too good inside me, and I swear, I really didn't want to compare him with Vince—but I did. I hated it. I hated it that thoughts of Vince suddenly pierced through the aroused fog in my brain. Every thrust reminded me of him. Every groan, every moan. I tried so hard not to moan out that forbidden dirty word. I didn't know how much Darren was into the 'daddy' kink. I didn't want to weird him out.

His face drained of color when he finally looked up. “M-Mr. Markston…” he stuttered. “I didn’t know it was you.” I could barely focus, but I heard Vincent’s voice—low, dangerous, trembling with rage. “What were you trying to do?” he asked, his anger so sharp it cut through the fog in my head. Before Mr. Wang could respond properly, Vincent slammed his head again—this time against the table. The sound echoed in the room, making me flinch. “She’s just a slut sent to me,” Mr. Wang spat desperately, lying without shame. “You know how young girls behave nowadays. They want quick fame. She came to me herself.”

“You need grown men. Daddy’s friends who’ve been thinking about stuffing this cunt since you wore that bikini at the Fourth of July two years ago.” “Then fuck me like you’ve been thinking about it,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him deeper. Something flares behind his eyes. He grabs my throat, shoves me flat on my back, and rails into me so hard that poker chips bounce off the table and scatter across the floor. The wet sound of his cock driving through three men’s cum is filthy and loud, and the table is creaking under the force of his thrusts. Vincent reappears beside the table. He’s hard again — stroking himself with that calm, steady expression while he watches Do

The sex was going to happen today or tomorrow. Vincenzo pushed my legs wider and positioned himself between me. After gliding his cock from up to down over my sex, he pushed it with one single shot. I let out a cry at his side. I wasn't a virgin but it hurt me so much. His size was hard to adjust. Vincenzo snarled at me, his dirty words sending sensation to my core, " Look at you, baby! Your pussy just so fits well." I whimpered in tears, closing my eyes shut,

His moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the empty locker room walls. The quarterback pulled off Alex’s cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the glistening head. “Look at you moaning like a whore. Bet you touch yourself thinking about guys like me, don’t you? Late at night in your dorm, fingering your own ass while pretending you’re straight.”

She could see the posts forming: Elena Voss, still untouched, still irrelevant. Something inside her snapped. “I’m not,” she said, voice sharper than she intended. The words kept tumbling out, reckless and unstoppable. “I’m sleeping with someone. Cassian Hale. My stepbrother.” Silence crashed over the group like ice water. Then came the explosion of whispers. “No way!” “Richard Hale’s son?” “That hot, arrogant bastard?” Jake’s face twisted. “Bullshit. You’re lying.” Elena lifted her chin, heart hammering so hard she felt dizzy. “Believe what you want. We’ve been together since the wedding. He can’t keep his hands off me.”

"Cum on your father-in-law's tongue like the dirty little slut you are." I covered my mouth with both hands as the orgasm crashed through me, my body shuddering, and my hips grinding against his face. Vincent drank every drop of it, moaning against me like he was the one being pleasured. When I finally stopped trembling, Vincent stood up, cleaned himself and smirked at me. He was a dashingly handsome man, the kind of man women swooned over, the kind of man women masturbated themselves to at night. I had done it myself, more than once, before I knew who he was.

"So, did you ever think you'd be offered a job because your dick is bigger than the last guy?" Russ chuckled. "I never thought about it." "That's not the only reason. You're also, according to Lan, handsome, well built, and have a reputation of being a nice guy. I do, essentially, what my mom and sister do. I give massages. By choice, I only do females. About half of them just want massages. The other half are the regulars. They want the special services we offer. For women, it's fingering to orgasm, eating them, and rarely vaginal sex. For vaginal I always wear a condom. Safer for me and for them. For oral, I use a dental dam about half the time. Do you know what that is?"

“You haven’t done shit except get hard watching your wife get used. Now lick.” I feel Derek’s tongue on my thigh. Lapping up the cum running down my skin. Moving higher, to my swollen pussy, to the mess of seed leaking from my ruined cunt. “Good. Now her ass.” Derek makes a sound of protest but the tongue moves. Finds my other hole. Licks the cum dripping out of me there too. Vincent pulls out his phone. Records. “For your personal collection,” he says cheerfully. “So you never forget what you did to your wife. What you made her become.”