Raunchy Short Novelas e Histórias

My pussy lips felt swollen and slick as I bent over to step out of my shorts giving him a view if he was looking. I pulled on a short silk dress that hugged my curves and barely covered my ass. No bra or panties. If he wanted to control my every move he could deal with the distraction. When I walked back out Ronan was waiting by the living room window checking the street below. He turned and his eyes ran over me once before locking back on my face. “Too short,” he said flatly. I smirked and sat on the couch crossing my legs so the dress rode up high on my thighs. “It’s my body. Deal with it. Or are you worried you won’t be able to keep your eyes off me while you play big protector?”

The speakers were very loud so she wasn't surprised. In any case, as she staggered back to Bianca, she was congratulated by her male fans with squeezes of her fine arse, hands sliding up her thighs to cup her pussy and some general breast-groping. She batted off their wandering hands, reminding herself for the tenth time that evening that she really shouldn't have warn such a short red minidress, cut low across her expansive freckled bosom and only down to mid-thigh, exposing her stocking tops as she walked. In her early twenties, with a tall curvaceous leggy figure and striking auburn hair, she always seemed to get more than her fair share of male attention.

Monica moves her hand up two inches. “Here?” Once more, she moves her hand higher. “Here?” Jeanette grins and then growls, making a paw with her hand, “Rawr. Sex.” “Sex-y,” Monica corrected, though she’s not wrong. A skirt this short would be good for sex, with barely a lift for access. Her thoughts trail back to Jackson at the club, his lips pressed to her. She bet that she could have sat on his lap in a skirt like she was thinking, slipped right onto his

how did this get so complicated? I slip on the outfit Clara picked for me she said and I quote “Looking sexy will draw the eyes to your body and that will give you the advantage “ it’s a stretchy black shorts that are so short my ass check is probably showing. The shirt is black and barley comes down past the boobs. Great choice Clara.

The scent of her arousal hung thick in the air, musky and intoxicating, mingling with the faint sweat from their earlier exertion. His fingers, trembling with need, hooked into the elastic waistband of her shorts and the flimsy thong beneath, yanking them down her toned legs in a single, frantic tug. The fabric rasped against her skin, leaving faint red trails in its wake. Elara kicked them off with a flick of her ankles, spreading her thighs wide in invitation, her pussy exposed and glistening with slick need, the folds swollen and pink, begging for him.

My shorts are almost like panties, there is no need to take it off, so I spread my legs on the bed and I watch as he watches me. The room feels hotter than summer and is thick with lust, the tension is so palpable that I know I would taste it if I stick out my tongue. Slowly I move the stretchy short fabric to the side and bare my cunt to the air and for both of us, Rocky's breath audibly stutters as he watches me touch myself slightly.

“Yo, hit a quick 360 for us?” She turns slow, giving that ass a lazy shake. The movement lifts her shorts just enough to flash the edge of a tattoo—something blooming across both cheeks. “Goddamn… shake it harder for me?” She laughs soft, then rolls it slower, deeper. I can feel my hands itching. “Hell yeah. Can it clap on its own?” “You think so?” She teases, popping up on her toes a couple times. The cheeks bounce, slap together sharp. My hands twitch hard. “Mind if I grab it?”

I sat there, my heart pounding, as the guys took a few long seconds to process Reynold’s challenge. Then, like a dam breaking, the two men immediately on either side of me sprang into action. They roughly slid my already bunched-up skirt even higher around my waist and shoved their hands straight into my tiny black and purple panties. Their fingers were eager and demanding as they started playing with my pussy.

Again. A flare of annoyance sparked within me. "I don't know why you keep poking fun at how short I am since you met me yesterday.” My voice came out softer than I expected. “They say short women are spoiled and feminine, you know." I tossed my head exaggeratedly, causing my loose curls to bounce around my shoulders. The scent of my shampoo immediately took my mind off of the tension that was building between us. The traffic signal ahead turned red. His intense gaze dropped from my face, and I felt the weight linger on my exposed thigh.

Martha’s pussy was on fire as she looked at the mound in the boxers, and she found herself taking her hand off her breast and pushing it under her skirt to her crotch, where she slipped her finger into her thongs and into her pussy lips to begin playing with her throbbing clit. As she played around with her clit pleasurably, Martha continued to watch as the woman crouched in front of Ron, and hooking her fingers in the waistline of his boxers, pulled them down swiftly setting free a 9 inch long pecker that was as hard as a rock and standing in front of him like a flag post.