Voluptuous Women Novels & Stories

He only wanted one thing from these women, which was to vent his lust! Nevertheless, whenever these women saw him, they would still call out to him ingratiatingly. "Master Malvolio, Master Malvolio." They did their best to fawn over him and complimented him. In order to be doted on by him, one of the women had even stripped down to nothing in broad daylight once she saw him and rushed straight to him with both of her bosoms showing. Although each of those women were very beautiful, where would there be such a woman like Sabrina who was so fearless of death and would never rely on him?

There were three young women in the room. Each dressed to seduce, each carrying a distinct allure. One looked mature and sultry. Her figure was ripe, like an overripe peach, as if she might burst at the slightest touch. Another looked petite and innocent. Her proportions, however, told a very different story. The contrast was deliberate and extreme. The last had a cold, world-weary, high-fashion look. She stood close to 5'9", all long lines and flawless proportions.

An unforgettable sex was always done with those who did not care about the dirt of sex until exhaustion, with the excessive heat and disheveled hair, and not even with spanking in the ass and hair pulls. Women who surrendered easily to that were the best in the world. And I loved the bbws. Because they used to like something stronger during the H hour. Not to mention everything there was to play during the act. I had an intimate speech that chubby women were like pots of honey, where you could smear and delight for long hours, without ever getting sick. And it was my favorite type, besides the type that my radar attracted the most. Throughout my life, I've never been with a thin and model gi

The idea gave me goosebumps. Not that Poliana was ugly or unpleasant to contemplate. She was a beautiful, thin and tall woman. It wasn't my type, but even so, it was still someone who caught the attention of all the novices in the nightclub. Her problem was her character. The woman simply scattered around the four corners of the nightclub all the most depraved details of her experiences between four walls - and experiences with our colleagues from that work. She didn't have the slightest sense of ridicule, and still embarrassed everyone with her obscene descriptions. I wouldn't mind getting involved with her just because we work together, but thinking that she could go out talking about me l

Sin, vanity and gluttony is in every corner. Women in shiny, expensive clothes that flaunt their breasts and curves. Men in rare silks and watches, humping the women and each other. They gyrate to the sinful music, some going further as to kiss— no, that is too mild for what I am witnessing. Mouths collide with mouths, tongues curling and stroking, consuming each other without a care for whoever is watching. Along the walls, women are spread and fucked, plundered and pinned down.

Because my mouth falls open when I begin to look around the room and take in… The women. Women, nineteen of them I assume, spread out in a semicircle on the floor above the pit. Nineteen of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen in my life. “Holy shit,” I whisper, my shoulders slumping as my eyes move over each perfect specimen of femininity. My eyes flick first to the woman so pale and diaphanous she almost seems to float in her white robes, her shining silver hair drifting weightlessly over her shoulders. Then I stare at the woman next to her who is so sinfully sexy, and so clearly ready to use that as a weapon, the scraps of her scarlet dress barely managing to caress her full breasts, he

Rylee said sweetly, tilting her head to one side, "is both an aphrodisiac and a paralytic…enough to flood your body with desire, but just enough weakness that you can't fight back." His breathing quickened. His body tingled. He tried to rise, but his legs wouldn’t cooperate. "You're insane," he said through gritted teeth. She clapped her hands twice. The door opened. Five women walked in. Each one tall, poised, and wrapped in velvet and sin. Women from Velvet Flame. Zena was among them…tattooed, leather corset, legs for days. She chewed gum and gave Cameron a sultry once-over. "Rylee, you bad girl…" she purred with a dark chuckle.

“We have excellent handsome men, young ladies. Do you want to have a look?” “We have various races just for your pleasure. Don’t miss the fun!” Arachne was disgusted by the women’s shouts.

Claudia, for instance, looked cold and distant, but this only made her seem extraordinarily elegant as if she were a bard. Martiny, on the other hand, was curvy and fair. Her appearance gave off the vibe of lightness as a cloud, like a goddess that had descended to Earth. Both Luna and Freya were absolute beauties as well. One was passionate, sexy, and bold, while the other was your gentle, typical girl next door. ‘This is amazing.’ “Boss, it’d be a shame to sacrifice such women.” “That’s right, boss! We couldn’t possibly get such beautiful women back in the sect, but so many Wasteland natives have come to us. This is simply paradise! Why wait when we can have them for ourselves now?”

Her figure was curvy as if she had walked out of a comic book. She could really be described as a young girl with a mature woman’s body. For the two women, one was a cold woman, and another was a cute loli. They were different kinds of women, but they emitted the unique charm that belonged to women. Nipper and Jaguar stared at each of the women, and they were drooling. These two women were excellent. They considered it a great score if they could casually pursue any of them. If they could get both of them, they would feel extremely prideful when they brought these women out!