Quiet Sex Novelas e Histórias

I jumped to my feet and grabbed my chest, breathing heavily while he stood still, looking from left to right to look for a bus. Coincidentally, we live near. A small world it is, my relatives know his relatives too. We were drowned in silence. We weren’t talking but I was at ease. I feel really comfortable when he’s with me. Tingling feeling in my chest as my heart began to pound faster and louder like the whole world can hear it. I still remained calm and hid it well. I swore to myself never to think about him again but he silently creeps inside my dreams, filling them with things we could have done yet we chose not to. I still have lingering feelings but I deny them forcefully. I can’t. No

“It’s not a big secret or anything. We’re attracted to each other. We’ve fooled around a few times. We’re both consenting adults, so I don’t see what the big deal is.” Quinn’s eyes fly wide while Brooke’s cheeks grow rosy with her blush, like the mere mention of casual sex is dirty. I don’t buy for a second that she’s actually offended- I’ve seen how she is with Theo; the girl definitely fucks. And good girls like her are usually freaks in the sheets.

"You're looking kind of tired. Your man keeping you up late at night?" "Geni!" Quincy reprimands. "What? You think she's been staying up late playing cards?" Geni leans forward as she asks for details. "How is he? A ferocious tiger in the sack? A gentle lover? Give me details." "I'm not giving you details, Slutbag." Somehow insults have become our thing. We trade them back and forth constantly. The stranger, the better. "What happens in the privacy of my bedroom, stays there." She snorts. "You're full of shit."

“Tall. Quiet. The kind of man who listens to your moans while he fucks you and watch you break beneath him.” “You’re describing a unicorn.” “I know. I checked. No horn, just dicks, big fat cock at that.” I literally cummed on him countless time, I felt like peeing one time through the sex, actually thought it was pee but he actually sucked me dry.... still muttering... squirt for me Rhea!.

His surprise quickly disappears as the other man strips naked and bends the woman over the couch. Wetness pools in between my legs, and I move slightly around, trying to find a comfortable spot. Trevor lightly kisses my earlobe again and whispers, “There is more spice than anything else in the movie.” The woman on the TV and I moan together. “Ahhh…..”

Fuck, as much as I love her soft moans and killer squeaks, I also want to hear her screams. I am a scream lover, y'all. I love loud and crazy. But since this white shawty touched herself in front of her mirror and let out soft moans and squeaks, she ignited something within me. Something mysterious. I can't tell what it is but all I know is I want this fucking chick. So badly. Tiny moans had never sounded fucking good. I decided to make her breathe by releasing her clit and sliding down her hole. I gained a squeak from her.

I went back to the bedroom and lay in bed, quietly feeling the subtle change of emotions into a desire to be exposed to eyes that watched me more intently. Following my instincts, I spread my legs and slowly knelt with my back to the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the reflection of my mirror, I could secretly glimpse the man with his arm moving up and down. He was doing the same thing as me. This strong sense of shame brought my waist lower but my hips higher. The waves in my heart came crashing one after another. My every nerve was stretched to the limit. We looked at each other tacitly and pleasured ourselves.

My naughty self offered to roll it on so he handed it over to me. Hands shaking from ecstasy, I rolled up the condom, taking my time to feel his dick. Xavier hissed under his breath before quickly grabbing my hand, stopping me from rolling the condom. “If you keep that up, I’m going to cum quicker than expected.” My self-ego rose. Smiling widely, I fell back on the bed and slackened my thigh, giving him an open invitation. Xavier, filled with lust and hunger crawled over my body with a smile. He kissed me as he positioned himself. With both hands caging me in, he leaned towards my ear and whispered. “I’m crazy about you Angela Shirley.” Before I could respond, he slammed into me.