Young Gay Erotica นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This story is intended for adults aged 18 and older and contains explicit sexual content and mature themes. Readers should be aware that it includes depictions of gay sexual activity, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, cruising, public sexual encounters, power-exchange and submissive/dominant dynamics, explicit sexual language, and descriptions of consensual sexual acts between adults. All characters depicted in sexual situations are adults. This work is presented as fiction and is intended solely for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

he whispered, his hands sliding under my skirt. He didn't waste time with a gentle touch. He ripped my lace panties aside, his fingers finding me instantly. I was already soaked, a glistening mess of want that he greeted with a dark laugh. He slid two fingers deep inside me, his thumb circling my clit with a sweet, relentless pressure. "Oh, Elena... you're a goddamn fountain," he breathed, his head dipping to find the sensitive spot on my neck.

Who was so sexually in tune with herself, who smoked pot and got me high, I just found overwhelming. I was lost in the moment. In a trance of lust and pleasure. My Grandma had a loud moaning orgasm right on my face, and then eventually rolled onto her back. I instinctively moved up between her legs, and because I was so fucking horny, I threw her supple legs over my shoulders while parting them gently. Her feet anchored past her face, she was surprisingly flexible! Must be a Yoga fan, like most secret old hippies, I chuckled to myself. Grandma really loved this, extreme missionary. I felt her completely relax, allowing me to really leverage her legs up and apart, completely exposing her wet

He seemed to get the idea and sank his fingers as deep as he could get… spreading her labia, stroking her clit with the other hand. “You nerdy slut,” he whispered, his voice low, intoxicating. “Ride my fingers,” he said. “I won’t,” she said, trembling. “I don’t want this.” But as he tried to pull his fingers away, she shamelessly moved her hips to match him, desperate for friction… craving every inch. His hands moved faster now, when he added a third finger she was so wet that it felt right, fingers perfectly angled, teasing her G-spot. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, breathless. “Like a fountain.”

He stopped in front of me and cupped my chin. “Get on your back on the rug as you spread your legs.” I sank onto the thick rug in front of the fire. The wool was warm against my spine. I spread my thighs wide, exposing everything to him and to the camera. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Look at that pink pretty pussy.” “Do you like it?” I asked, face flushed. “How about I show you if I like it or not.” I swallowed. Hale moved between my legs and ran his hands up my inner thighs, thumbs brushing close to my pussy but never quite touching. He reached for the small bottle of lubricant and poured it on my pussy.

the soft noises of his mouth, my helpless whimpers, the low groans vibrating against me. My fingers curled against the desk, nails scraping wood as pleasure coiled tighter in my belly. “You taste like every dirty fantasy I’ve had since September,” he murmured against me. “Sweet. Filthy. Mine.” He sucked my clit hard, then eased two thick fingers inside, curling them against the spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “Oh God...Dade...” “That’s it,” he encouraged, pumping slowly while his tongue worked. “Let me hear you. No one else is here. No one else gets to know how loud you get when your professor does this.”

I held my neck with my hand like a slut, hoping he barges in again. I hit orgasm, he still isn’t here like I wished. I walked to his room still soaked, and I found him touching himself while looking at my picture. His shoulder carved, and the deep v of his torso, his tight abs, and the thick curved cock in his hand. He walked to me, grabbed me and I kissed him. His hands went down to my ass and he carried me. Four steps and he dropped me on the bed, spreading my legs. I pulled off my panties as he squeezed my hard nipples, I gasp and moaned soflty,

she gasped, eyes rolling back as she took more, her walls clenching around him greedily. Ethan’s hands shot to her hips, gripping hard, but instead of pushing her off, his fingers dug in, holding her in place. “Lila… fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, voice breaking. He felt incredible, her heat enveloping him like a vice, slick and hot, squeezing every ridge and vein. It was better than any fantasy; she was real, wet, pulsing around him.

“Push another finger in. Good. Now rub your clit while you fuck yourself on them. Faster. I want to hear how wet you are.” I obeyed every order, filming more videos and sending to him… By the end I was shaking like a leaf from all the pleasures, my sheets were soaked under me, a video of his thick cock still open on my screen as I came a second time with his voice ringing in my ears. Next day: I walked into the kitchen the following afternoon for water and stopped dead in my track. Ethan’s phone sat unlocked on the counter.. SecretHeat was open. The username at the top of the active chat was unmistakable.

I stayed with her until the last tremor passed, then kissed the inside of her thigh and stood. We stared at each other for a long moment, both still breathing hard. Then she pulled me in and kissed me again, tasting herself on my lips. The heat that had eased returned full force. She turned me around so I faced the table and pressed against my back. One hand reached around to stroke my clit while the other slid two fingers into my pussy from behind. The angle made every thrust hit deep. I braced my hands on the table and pushed back onto her. The wet slap of her hand against me filled the room. “Fuck, Jayla,” I breathed.