Visual Sex Mga Nobela at Kwento

skin flushed and glowing, hair wild, eyes glazed with pleasure. "Look at yourself," Silas commanded, angling her so she could see in the mirror. "Look at how beautiful you are when you're being fucked. When you're taking my cock. When you're glowing so bright you could light up the entire world." Eve watched in the mirror as Silas pounded into her, watched her breasts bounce with each thrust, watched her body accept him again and again. The visual combined with the physical sensation was overwhelming. She came again...her fourth? Fifth? She'd lost count....her golden glow pulsing so brightly that for a moment the entire bathroom looked like it was made of light.

They were dark, locked on me, full of an intoxicating mix of lust and possession. Normally, I kept my eyes squeezed shut, wanting to focus only on the friction and heat. But not now. I needed to see him. I watched, completely unashamed, as his perfect body moved above mine. The visual of his body pressing into me, his shaft disappearing inside, was almost as good as the sensation itself.

"Efficiency requires clarity." My body shoves Alex’s body against the server bank. I watch myself tear his hospital pants down. I watch myself hike up my gown. We start to fuck. It is the most surreal, disturbing thing I have ever seen. I am standing in a digital living room, watching my physical self have sex in a war zone. And it’s not passionate. It’s not angry. It’s... precise. Echo pilots my hips. Thrust. Angle. Grind. Every movement is calculated for maximum stimulation in minimum time.

As illogical as they were, they just came together naturally. I’ve never liked anything as illogical as when she was moaning the house down because her tight pussy could barely take in my fingers. The thought of my dick inside that narrow opening has been plaguing me since I left her room as she watched me with those droopy chameleon eyes that were mostly green. That’s how they look when she’s aroused. When she’s talking about fingers and being full and fucking urges. Sexual. Plural. And now I’m having urges myself, but they’re not sexual. They’re violent, like when I saw her climbing off the bastard’s bike.

He kept watching as the woman stroked herself - down there - with her fingers. Moisture glistened on the pink petals of her sex. When the image on the screen focused in closely, the woman's genitals were larger than life, and Evie realized she was studying the image. Was that what she looked like? Even though it was impossible, she felt herself growing damp. "I want to see you like that, Evie, wet and open for my enjoyment. Then I want to lick you there, tasting your sweet juices and nibbling on the bud of your clit. Does that sound good to you?"

A thin trickle of hot lubrication slid down her slit, soaking the thong even more. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to visualize it. She wanted to feel on her own skin the strong smell of sex in the air, the obscene wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the raw, animal way a real man would tear a woman open from the inside until she became a trembling, begging mess. The words on the document felt weak and cold. She needed something real, visceral, dirty.

I watched her breasts jiggle with each thrust I delivered, and Knox noticed too because he immediately palmed them for her, his hands covering her soft flesh while I continued to fuck her. She turned her head to stare at Knox, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and she moaned out something that made my cock twitch inside her. "You're so sexy, Knox. Both of you are so fucking sexy." The confession lit something primal inside me, and I reached down to rub her clit with my thumb while I fucked her even harder, watching my cock disappear inside her tight cunt and then appear again coated in her arousal. The visual was almost too much to handle, seeing myself claiming her like this while Knox touched

Once again, he was trying to act like he was in control. I stepped out of my clothes, naked now and ready to start. "So," I said, setting my bag on the velvet bed. "Today’s session is a bit more... visual." Vaughan didn't look up. "What does that mean?" "I want to be captured while a video plays on the big screen," I said. I pulled out the USB drive. "I want to watch it while I use this." I pulled out the dildo. It was silicone, average-sized, and cold.

Hell, she doesn’t fail to tell me how much she wishes I was there to watch her get naughty for me. All juiced up and…ready to take whatever shit I give her. Fucking shit! Just imagining how juices springs from her pussy like a waterfall while she videos herself, riding the toy I gave her…makes my breath hitch. Fuck. I’ve never seen something so sexily hot as that. I shake my head to clear that arousing images and focus on the speech my client is giving. In between, I lose track. Then I start imagining Vera climbing on that oblong table, whirling her body like a cat with a devouring look on her face as she crawls over to me.