Women's Erotica 소설 & 이야기

"You like being my secret?" "Yes! Fuck, yes!" she cried out, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me even deeper. The raw sex was relentless. I was hitting her deep, over and over, my movements fast and heavy. Every time I slammed into her, she let out a loud moan, her body clenching around me. It was erotica in its purest form—just two bodies colliding in a way that was forbidden and perfect. I reached down, my hand finding the spot where we were joined, rubbing her clit as I continued to drive into her.

Once she was buried to the hilt, she started thrusting, deep, steady strokes that made my breasts bounce with every movement. Elena fucked me harder, her hands gripping my thighs as she drove the strap-on into me. The wet slapping sounds filled the bedroom. She leaned down and sucked on my nipples while continuing her relentless pace. “You look so pretty getting fucked,” she whispered. “My husband’s perfect little assistant, spreading her legs for his wife.” The taboo words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I came hard around the dildo, my walls clenching as pleasure ripped through my body. Elena didn’t stop. She flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and took me from behind.

The woman was getting her pussy impaled by this scaly-balled animal from another dimension, but she could not deny the pleasure he was given her, and her screams testified this, as she reached down to rub her own clitty. Whilst viewing this amazing scene, Dorian’s mind wondered, and he thought about his own sexual fantasies. If he was being totally honest, he’d never really been into kinky sex, or dominant or submissive stuff, or even voyeurism.

Her pussy made wet, obscene sounds as she fucked herself on my hand, grinding against my palm. “Look at me while you finger me,” she gasped. “Watch how your shy fingers are making me drip all over them. This is what you do to a woman when you learn her body.” Her breathing grew ragged. She rode my fingers harder, her juices coating my hand and dripping down my wrist. I kept curling, rubbing, circling—completely mesmerized by the sight of this stunning woman using my hand to chase her pleasure.

she whispered. That one word... it undid something in me. I let my fingers explore more, pulsing in and out of her wet pussy— all while watching her face. Her lashes fluttered, her breath caught, and she squirmed just slightly in her seat. "Keep your legs open for me," I murmured and she parted it wider, hand gripping the door handle. "That's it." She whimpered again — that quiet, breathy sound that was making me go crazy. My cock hardened inside my pants and the need to fuck her hole in car grew but I knew I had to hold myself back. Layla might be back any moment.

He moved closer and, still fondling his bulge, Karen sat back in the chair, one leg thrown over the other, squeezing her thighs together to bring pressure to bear on her clitoris. There was something powerfully erotic about the glorious interior of Blackwood Towers. Generations of Burnets had fucked there — not only husbands and wives but, no doubt, a multitude of illicit lovers as well. It was as if the tumescence, liquid arousal and violent pleasure of these people from the past had impregnated the walls. She could almost see them dressed in period costume, ruffles and lace, trooped skirts and powdered wigs. Her mind slipped notches, filled with swirling coloured lights and images of forni

She slammed into me harder, the thick cock pounding my G-spot with every thrust. “Then fucking cum,” she snarled. “Cum all over this cock like the dirty little girl you are.” My orgasm exploded through me so violently I screamed, my entire body shaking as I squirted all over her stomach and the strap-on. Vesper groaned in satisfaction, still fucking me through my orgasm, chasing her own pleasure by grinding the base of the dildo against her clit. She buried her face in my neck as she came, moaning my name like a prayer. We stayed locked together, both of us panting and trembling. This was basically the craziest sex I’d ever had and it wasn’t even with a real dick???

This was normal life now. Later that afternoon, I lay on a wide silk cushion under a flowering tree, reading one of the community’s ancient erotic scrolls. The illustrations were filthy and beautiful — women tangled in endless pleasure. My fingers idly stroked my own clit as I read, lost in the words. A woman with golden hair and a thick strap-on appeared beside me. She didn’t speak. She simply spread my legs, positioned the fat head of her cock at my entrance, and pushed inside me in one smooth thrust.

I palm my cock through my boxers, already hard just from thinking about her. This is pathetic. I’m a forty-two-year-old Alpha, jerking off like a teenager because I can’t have the girl I want. Except she’s not a girl. She’s a woman. A strong, beautiful, fully mature alpha female who knows exactly what she wants. And she wants me. The thought makes my cock pulse. No. Not going there. Not tonight. I roll over and force myself to think about pack business. Territory disputes. Budget meetings. Anything boring and un-sexy.

Lira growls into the kiss and rips the hoodie clean off me with one tug, then shreds my sweatpants and panties like they’re nothing. Soon, I’m naked under her in seconds, legs spread wide by her knees, my shaved pussy exposed and dripping, clit swollen and begging. “Fuck, look at this pretty cunt,” she purrs, pulling back just enough to stare. Her long fingers, tipped with soft claws spread my slick folds open. The lewd wet sound of my juices coating her skin fills the room. Two thick fingers plunge inside me without warning, stretching my tight walls, curling hard against that delicious spot that makes me go wild with pleasure, my vision going white.