Novel & Cerita Women's Erotica

I winked and stepped back. My clothes fell off my body one piece at a time until nothing remained. His eyes dragged over every inch of skin as though he could devour me by sight alone. I sat on the edge of the table and spread my stance right in front of him and slid my middle finger between my already slick vulva, pushing it deep then dragging it out so he could watch the stretch and the shine. “You want this pussy so bad?” “Yes, Mommy, feed your cunt to me.” I worked myself harder circling the swollen bud with my thumb while the fingers pumped, giving him a great show. His cock lengthened and thickened under the open air, his hips tilted upward on their accord as pure want flooded his face

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

I don’t think Carrie realized she heard, and with my head between them, she may not have seen the grin. Just knowing that it would make her squirm, I moved my hand up and cupped Carrie’s bust while looking over her shoulder to see what they were reading. It turned out to be some pen and ink drawings of women in erotic poses. Some were nature scenes, others were of two or three people in various states of undress and in the midst of various sex acts. The one on the right page was a woman licking up the base of an erect cock of some unseen man. The woman in the picture was looking up at her man with a gaze of pure lust.

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.

She was so unbelievably tight, so hot, and so impossibly wet that I felt like I was being swallowed by a volcano. "Oh, fuck," she hissed, her head tossing back, the blonde wig falling slightly away. "You're so deep. You're hitting everything, Creighton." She began to move, and it was clear why she was a superstar on OnlyFans. She had a rhythmic control over her hips that was breathtaking. She ground her pelvis against mine, her clit rubbing against my pubic bone with every downward stroke. She wasn't just bouncing; she was rolling her hips, a slow, circular motion that maximized the friction against every inch of my shaft.

The room was filled with the sound of my extremely wet pussy slamming against his dick over and over again. He’ll start up fast and hard, hitting every spot and I could swear he touched my womb, then he’ll take it slow, teasing me , making me feel every inch of his dick, making my body go numb. I’ve never been fucked this good before . “Do you like it?”, he whispered behind my ear, driving in slowly. “Yes”, I moaned out almost crying. “Yes what?” “Yes Mr Tom”. “Fuck i love the way you call me that, tell me how much you love it “.

I lost count of how many times I came. They flipped me onto all fours. Victoria pulled the plug out only to replace it with her strap-on, sliding into my ass in one slow, slick thrust while Elena lay beneath me, licking my clit and fucking herself with the double-ended dildo. The sounds were obscene… wet squelching, skin slapping, three women moaning and begging in one filthy rhythm. Finally, when we were trembling and covered in sweat and lube, Victoria pulled out slowly, the strap-on glistening. She kissed me softly, then Elena, and whispered against our lips…

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

My… fucking God! Jessica was next. The red crop top came off, revealing her full brown breasts with dark nipples. The short skirt followed, and she stood there bare, legs slightly apart. Her pussy had a neat thatch of dark hair. It was not too thick, just enough to frame the smooth brown lips beneath. God, the hair made her look rawer, more animal, and when she reached down and casually spread herself with two fingers, I saw the wet pink inside already shining. Mmmmmm.

I wake in Eros' arms, still cautious over everything, as I have no idea who did it. Part of me thinks Olivia, but then again, Miss Long on the front desk hated me as well. To be honest, most women hate me once they know what I do for work. It's like they see me as this pornstar who is going to fuck every guy she sees regardless of his relationships. We're not like that, or most of us aren't anyway. I would never sleep with a guy who is even in a relationship, let alone engaged or married. The exception is at work. Many of the men at work are happily married, but their wives know what they do.