Yuri Stories Novels & Stories

While stimulating another point of pleasure, Yuri withdraws his fingers only when he transfers the heat of my body to another. With his clean hand, he lowers the strap of my dress and, shortly after, removes his fingers from me—wet with orgasm. He soaks my still-erect nipple, squeezing and twirling it between his two fingers. "Yuri," I moan his name in a plea. I'm answered when his warm mouth takes the place of his fingers, sucking vigorously, nibbling, and then showcasing his tongue as if savoring its taste in the same way he did with the vodka.

EMMA I lay there in a sweaty, sticky heap between Sarah and Jake, my body buzzing and my pussy still fluttering from the endless orgasms. The sheets beneath us were soaked. Jake’s cock rested heavy against my thigh, still semi-hard and slick with our combined juices. Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side.

Yuri looked at me lustfully. I closed my eyes and nodded "mmhh y-yes" i shyly agreed. Fuck! Fuck! "Ahh! Aya-kun!" Yachi moaned when he put my thing into his own ass and started moving up and down. "Ahh i..can't" this is too much! My body feels weird. "Ah! Aya-kun!" He continued shouting my name until we both came. Yuri thrusted faster making my body shiver "ah no! I-it's..ahh!" Fuck I can't continue my words.