Female Frisk Novels & Stories

"Y-yeah... B-But..." "It's okay. I allow it" "Eh..." Good grief, every last one of them are really fussy about my needs. "I want to see you feel good after all, so you don't have to endure." "Prince...I'm sorry...… Ah, Ah!" Franc shook her waist back and forth quickly. Then, with a sudden twitch, "――Aaahh!" Was it not to let her voice out loud? She climaxed while biting a finger of hers.

Making her convulse and moan until she's hoarse is the peak of my satisfaction. Radella is the woman who is the bravest in taking risks to serve my lust which is not easily satisfied. Her legs spasmed, opening wider, her voice a scream of frustration. I gave her a pampering touch with my fingers, going in and out and twisting her narrow pussy cavity. Gives it a gripping delicious feeling.

Now I'm interested in knowing her more, I can't believe that. A minute later, some slut approached me, wearing only pants and a bra. They were three in number and looked like catwalk models to me. I take a deep breath in. As one of them grabbed my ball, the other seductively removed her bra, and I couldn't help but grab those sexy nipples into my mouth, and the last one licked my earlobe and kissed me afterwards. As I felt my crotch deep inside her mouth, I moaned. I felt good, so I dismissed the two. And took her to the sex room and tore the trash she wore.

With each touch, each shared breath, they create a symphony of pleasure, united in their pursuit of ecstasy. Finrir, drawn closer by the pleasure-filled expression on Naida's face, leans in and captures her lips in a passionate kiss. As Tritan grinds against her, Finrir's hand ventures between their bodies, gently caressing Naida's chest, savoring the exquisite contours of her feminine form. The suddenness of the kiss startles her momentarily, but the spark of desire quickly ignites within her, and she eagerly responds, meeting Finrir's passion with her own.

The woman took a few moments to decide and then looked at the alpha who seemed to be waiting for her to proceed. Danielle realised what it was supposed to be used at that time and it made her shy considering that Cyrus wanted to see her playing with herself. She lifted the hairbrush handle and put it inside her mouth trying to get it wet enough to fit inside her pussy. The certain sight made Cyrus feel aroused even more because he could feel his dick in place of that hairbrush.

Frieda’s adjusted her steamy glasses, feeling her thighs clench reflexively as she got a renewed rush of wetness down there. “My, my.” She murmured to herself, cheeks flushed rosy still from her last orgasm. The best orgasm of her life, if she were being honest to herself. Dr. Frieda had never considered herself gay or even bisexual, but after having a taste of a woman tasting her, she thought she might have to give the whole scene a try. (Re?) “How can I help?” She asked huskily, licking her lips. Misha closed her eyes tight, moaning deep and primal as drool ran from her chin and tears slid down her cheeks.

This lady is weird. She came close to my neck and inhaled my scent, closing her eyes "just as I imagined" and licked my ear. What is it with people licking my ear as if it was a lollipop? Her voice sounds familiar, very familiar but I can't remember where I heard it. She held my mouth and kissed me on the lips followed by licking my face. Gush this is so weird, this lady is sick. She giggled "I can hear your thoughts you know." I was shaking uncontrollably with fear"why are you doing this? "

“You feel that, baby? How that pussy still remembers the feel of my fingers?” “Mmm,” comes her huffed response. I thrust once, twice, the sight in front of me maddening, the reacquaintance of her pussy with my fingers one ledge away from pushing me to the abyss. “Say it. Say who you’re clenching for. Tell me I’m the only man who’ll ever get to touch you like this from now on.” Freckles doesn’t nod. No, she does something better. She rides my finger, chasing her orgasm while her dilated pupils are on me.

She obviously worked-out regularly, being muscular but still feminine. Dorian watched on as the monster’s long fingers reached between the woman’s parted thighs and began to caress her nook, causing her pussy to juice-up. She must have been enjoying it, caught up in the moment, as her pussy-juice seemed to be implying that it wanted this to happen.

"And what kind of festivities are you interested in?" Lacey knew it wouldn't be long before Frieda had the guy under her skin. With her ginger hair, matching freckles, and makeup making her bedroom green eyes more pronounced, Frieda was like a walking sex doll. That didn't seem to bother her at all. "I think I'm better at showing than telling."