I’m on my knees and lean back as the sound of his hand moving grows more lewd. Fwap. Fwap. FwapFwapFwap He groans, leaning over me as his eyes squeeze shut. He’s so close. Purple head peeking from his tight grip, balls drawing up, and his breath hitching as he races to completion. Mine hitches too …
Out. Of. Practice. I’ve been avoiding writing and it’s not been great for me. 😣 Hands held her hips, hard fingers gripped her jaw. She had no time to think before a cock was splitting her cunt wide. Her moan was cut off by the cock sliding over her tongue. She rocked between them, wiggling …
He’s watching me through the wide crack in the door and I almost hear his breath. Thick lather in my hands. I let it slide over my breasts as I turn. Lifting my eyes, I meet his gaze through the slit in the door. His hand on his cock and mine between my thighs. “Come …
“Let’s go, new girl.” Lisa already hated that he called her that, but she couldn’t complain. The man had taken her in, of sorts. The club was packed with bodies as she followed him deeper into the darkness. While she wasn’t connected to him, it felt like a chain around her neck linking them. His …
An element of pseudo-incest (Step-father/daughter). I started another story a long while ago with a similar theme I may have to dig back up. I’m rusty so please forgive my errors (I know I switched tenses). “Tiny, I’m home.” I hang my coat up and set my shoes by the door. There’s a delicious smell …
Does contain non-consent. Part one. Hot damn, I finished a thing! The fire transformed the room. Backlit so the glow just touched the edges of his body, Vidar stood like a dream above him. Or perhaps it was a nightmare, as more realizations of Pietre’s fate began to dawn with the rustling of fabric. Pietre …
His sounds were music to her ears. A breath as she wrapped her hand around him, barely audible but her cunt clenched when she heard it. “Don’t be shy.” Her thumb swiped at the weeping head. “It’s just us here.” Don’t you know what I plan to do to you? She wanted to whisper in …
There’s a story just on the edges of my brain refusing to come out. Vague ideas, heavy desire, and longing to be touched. Forget all that and just take me to bed.
“How much?” She straightened up and looked over her shoulder. Okay looking guy. She could feel his thoughts and the rolling off him. His eyes were still glued to her ass until she turned around and cut off his view. The way his eyes widened told her how much he appreciated the change. “Depends on …
