Wedding Night Sex Stories の小説・ストーリー

“Take my cock, you sexy fucking widow.” Jessa cried out, her hips rising to meet him. The pleasure was blinding, compounded by the sight of Arthur moving closer. Arthur knelt beside the bed, his hand guiding his cock to her mouth. She opened for him without hesitation, sucking him deep, her tongue working the length of him as Daniel pistoned into her from below. The dual penetration, the taste of Arthur, the feel of Daniel—it shattered her mind into pure sensation. Daniel’s pace grew frantic. He was hitting that deep spot with every thrust, making her gasp around Arthur’s cock. “I’m gonna fuck this pussy raw,” Daniel promised, his voice shaking. “You like that? You like being used by both of

On our wedding night. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Lex’s POV Somewhere in the middle of the night, I awoke to naughty licks and kisses on my no no region, soft and unhurried.

Oanez let out a guttural sound from the back of her throat as Aleric stepped trailed and slipped a finger inside Oanez's wide open p*ssy. Then the old woman laid on the floor, and she watched as her husband mounted her, his manhood disappearing and up into the woman, and appearing seconds later. Horror, fear, anger, and disgust held her in place as they continued their tryst. Dimly, she became aware that the other witches in the hall were now engaged in different sexual acts of their own. "Wanna Join, cunt?" laughed a witch in her face as another stopped dove n and began to s*ck the woman's

My heart felt like it was on a journey, like a video game mission, passing the first level to advance to the next in order to reach three hundred and sixty-five levels or five hundred, anything could happen with this unknown game. As I left the restroom, my beloved husband excused us to his parents, saying, "the newlyweds want their wedding night." Damn, I said that in my thoughts. His parents smiled and apologized, they got up from the table, and we all started to say goodbye. I swallowed hard when Lucero told me I could enjoy my wedding night and that using a condom wasn't necessary. Again? That's what my mind said, she insists that I should give a chance to the man who is my fake husband.

We were happy—or at least, I convinced myself we were. Eventually, we got married. It was the biggest wedding the city had ever seen, a lavish affair that made my family beam with pride. But the glamour ended at the bedroom door. On our wedding night, Maxine fell asleep almost immediately. He claimed he was exhausted and had to travel the very next morning for an urgent business meeting. I tried to wake him, my heart pounding. I had never had sex before, and now that I was finally a wife, I needed it more than ever. I needed him to at least hug me, touch me, or show some sign of desire. But he didn't lay a hand on me. I laid there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, figuring he was just dra

Damien groaned and filled me with thick, hot cum, grinding deep to push every drop inside. He stayed buried deep, kissing me possessively. “Tomorrow night, my penthouse. Don’t be late, Mrs. Blackwood.” He helped me fix my clothes, then sent me home with his cum still leaking down my thighs. Our secret marriage was the most dangerous game in the city. And I was addicted to every second of it.

Avelyn did not sleep. She tried, at some point, closing her eyes in the quiet room Lucas had arranged for her, but her mind refused to rest. Every thought circled back to the same place the timestamp, the meeting, Aurora’s move, and beneath all of that, something deeper she had been holding back for far too long. The wedding night. It came back to her without warning, the memory sharp, vivid, and unwelcome. The lights had been too bright that night. Too many people. Too many smiles. Too many expectations wrapped in something that had felt too perfect to question.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As