Novel & Cerita Women Erotica

The next few days were torture for Cynthia. No matter how many times or through how many orgasms she masturbated, how many cold showers, how many books she tried to read, how hard she worked out, or any other distractions, she was unable to lessen her arousal. Seeing Alex, talking to him, watching him work out or swim, or even being in the same room with him, always made the flustered and horny mother's lust skyrocket. In her desperation, Cynthia had tried several internet searches for controlling her depraved thoughts and desires. Unfortunately, since her previous three searches' results hadn't helped, she added more specifics to her fourth search, resulting in links to mother/son erotic in

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

Her walls fluttered around me. “Curve them upward,” she instructed, her voice husky. “Feel that slightly rough spot? That’s my G-spot. Stroke it… rub it while your thumb circles my clit.” I did as she said, pumping my fingers slowly, curling them, rubbing that spot while my thumb worked her clit. Elara’s head fell back, a deep moan escaping her. “Faster now… but not too hard. Yes—fuck, just like that, Ethan.” She started rolling her hips, riding my fingers, her heavy breasts bouncing with every movement. Her pussy made wet, obscene sounds as she fucked herself on my hand, grinding against my palm.

For a moment, she holds my waist down, pinning me to the spot as she fucks me from below, my pussy walls contracting around her fuck as my orgasm builds, threatening to push me way over the edge. “Fuck. Fuck. Ahhhh!” The moan slips out of my mouth, loud and breathy. The room reeks of sex and echoes with my wanton moan mixing with Lira’s grunts as she thrusts into my needy cunt. She lets go of me, and I ride harder, grinding my clit against her with every roll, sweat clings to our skin. Her tail pushes into my ass now, just the tip at first, then deeper, stretching me, filling both holes while her cock wrecks my pussy.

She was getting desperate about it. So, she always stood by the door of the dark room, peeping at Eros as he had sex with the other women. While she watched, she touched herself and gets her satisfaction. Tonight wasn't an exception. She was busy watching Eros and the whore and touching herself that she didn't notice that she had company.

When I turned back, Elena was watching me with dark eyes, one hand slowly circling her own clit. I climbed back onto the bed and settled between her legs. She reached down and guided the head of the cock to her entrance, rubbing it through her wetness. Then she looked up at me. “Do it. Fuck me.” I pushed forward slowly, watching the way her body opened around the thick shaft. She was still tight from earlier, and the stretch made her gasp. I eased in inch by inch until I was fully seated, the base of the harness pressing against her clit. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper.

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

The bedroom was huge and luxurious. Valeria opened a large drawer beside the bed and took out several items. She laid them on the silk sheets: a thick black dildo with realistic veins, a smaller pink vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps. “Lie on the bed,” Valeria ordered. “On your back. Legs wide open.” Aurora obeyed. She spread her thighs, showing her red, swollen pussy. It was still dripping from her previous orgasms.

Thierry and Adewale claimed them in turn, the women used without mercy. Elena’s first orgasm was slow rolling — a deep, swelling tide. “Oh fuck… it’s building so deep in my cunt,” she moaned breathlessly. “Your thick cock is stretching me so good… I’m rolling… don’t stop filling your whore!” Lila’s was sudden and sharp. “Ahh— I’m cumming right now!” she screamed, body locking. “Pound my wet pussy harder— yes— I’m squirting all over your cock like a slut!”