Soft Moans 소설 & 이야기

My voice was becoming hoarse from moaning and shouting his name. “I’m right there too, Ma! Uhm! Uhuhuhuhuhuhhhh! I’m not going to stop! We’re going to get your naughty pssy used to my size! Here! Uhm! Uhm! Uhuhuhuhuhhh! Fck! I’m coming!”

My heart stuttered. Nyx’s laugh came out low and husky. “Really?” Then quiet. Too quiet. What was happening now? I held my breath, straining to hear. then came a soft gasp. Hers. it was soon followed by a moan. it came out low at first. Building. My stomach dropped. No. No, this wasn’t happening. Not again. Another moan, deeper, breathier. The kind I knew too well. The kind I’d pulled from her a hundred times, my mouth between her legs, my fingers inside her, making her arch and beg.

She moans, a low, guttural sound of pleasure and pain. I push in a little more, feeling her resistance, feeling her give way. She gasps, her body tense, her fists clenched in the sheets. "Relax," I murmur, my hand stroking her back, her hip, her ass. "Let me in, baby. Let me fill you up." She takes a deep breath, her body relaxing slightly, and I slide in a little more. She moans, her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. I lean down, my chest pressed against her back, my lips at her ear.

She moans softly, and the sound goes straight to my balls. “Yes, Father.”

He didn’t force it, but he didn’t let me retreat either. “That’s it,” he cooed. “Just like that. Let me feel how much you want to stay.” I couldn’t help but moan around him. The sound vibrated down his length and his hips jerked, pushing deeper until I gagged. Tears pricked my eyes. He groaned low in his throat, the first real crack in that calm control he usually put on. “Fuck. Look at you.” His voice was rougher now. “Crying already and I’m not even all the way in.”

A sound that didn't belong to the peaceful night air. A moan. Soft, breathy, distinctly feminine. Coming from the direction of Penthouse A. What the fuck?

I slowly rear my hand again and then hit her but this time I expect a scream or a muffled sob like the first one but the long moan that’s slips out from her lips shook me to the core and I can feel my already hardening c**k get even harder. “You’re moaning” I whisper softly to her ears.

✿MOANA✿ His hand moved between my thighs, his palm pressing firmly against my puxxy through the thin fabric of my sleep shorts. "See how soaked and aching you are for me…Queens," Dylan murmured, his voice a low, rough scrape that sent fresh heat spiraling through my core. He rubbed slow, deliberate circles with the heel of his hand, the cotton growing damp under his touch. My hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing the pressure even as embarrassment burned across my cheeks.

He moans when I move my hand up and down on him. It feels so warm in my grasp as I begin moving my hand up and down against him. Gray moans and continues to breathe in deeply. I kiss his back and pick up my pace on his sex. My tongue kisses his back as I continue to stroke him. He cusses , groans and moans my name. Right now , I'd do anything to listen to his moans. It's the best music to my ears right now.