Soft Moans Novels & Stories

love these sounds. Amelia's moans filled the enclosure—'Ahh... slow and deep... hitting so good... uhh!'—her hands exploring his back, nails grazing muscles. He switched to her ass midway, the dual claiming making her whimper—'Ohhh... both holes... yours forever'—fingers joining to rub her pussy while he thrust. Steam amplified the intimacy, their gasps blending—'Fuuuck... ass so hot... clenching'—until she crested softly, body shivering—'Cumming... gentle this time... mmmph!'

He laid me down on the mattress and freely worshiped and kissed my papayas. It was like a baby eager to breastfeed its mother, even my nipple was bitten by her. So I moaned quietly in fear when someone heard me. "Don't be shy, hon, please moan while calling my name. Your moaning is like music in my ears. It sounds so good." it's whispered. "Don't worry my room is soundproof," he added. When I heard that, I couldn't stop myself anymore and I screamed especially when he kissed me and his tongue played with the pearl of the east. I don't know where to turn my head, I moan louder and louder as I hold its head and dig deeper into it. Aaah! I moan because I can't control my libido and at any time

Bearing dоwn, rеаdу to tаkе me. I can’t kеер ԛuіеt, but mу moans ѕрur hіm on and thе first thrust оf hіѕ hаrdnеѕѕ feels ѕо good it nеаrlу tears me араrt. 'Blake' I moan, 'harder, рlеаѕе.'

The kitchen is very quiet. Mae doesn’t move. She slowly sets the glass of water in her hand down. Her eyes flutter shut briefly. When she opens them, I’m surprised that she doesn’t seem shocked. She looks more like she expected it. She exhales and drops into the chair opposite me. “Oh dear.” I let out a nervous laugh. “That was more or less my exact reaction too.” She rubs her forehead slowly. “Are you certain?” “The doctor confirmed it today.”

My moans came out broken and low. “Ahhh… ahhh… mmm… fuck… ohhh…” He fucked me, one hand gripping my hip, the other reaching around to rub my clit. Pleasure built in long, gradual waves. My moans vibrated through my chest, continuous and low. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me filled the small room. “Ohhh… ohhh… I’m close… ahhh…”

My attitude is very superficial in lovemaking, so it always makes Enzo uncomfortable and uninterested, every time he does this he never leaves my body but is constantly rough so I can't help but moan loudly not because of joy but because of the pain. “You naughty woman, raise your voice a little. Isn't this what you're best at? Shout out, don't hold back your voice anymore!" He slapped me hard on the side of my butt, causing me to unconsciously let out a soft moan, my moaning like an aphrodisiac to Enzo. Every time he made love he always told me to moan and call his name, I didn't want to do that because I felt like doing so was more flirtatious and like a cheap woman.

she moaned as I fell over her, grabbing one of her luscious tits and sucking it. I love how she says my name, dragging it out like she never wants it to stop rolling off her tongue. She’s so real, soft and delicious. She smells like heaven and somehow feels even better. I fight the alcohol in my system, determined not to let it cloud any of this. Trying to make absolutely sure I remember every stroke, every single moan.

I whispered seductively, moving down and sucking on her clit, twirling my tongue around it, moving down to plunge my tongue into her pussy once more. “Oh yeah, that’s it baby, right there… oh year,” she kept screaming continuously. I could tell that she bite her lip to stifle her moans, but it just wasn’t working as planned because her moans were getting louder and louder by the second. Good thing our room is soundproof, I’m sure that her loud moans can wake even the dead. She is having multiple orgasms and it is hitting her back to back, making her pant and moan uncontrollably, as she is squirming nonstop.

She loudly moaned as he filled her core, her body arching in response to his forceful thrust. Isabella's soft moans of pleasure escalated, each sound a fervent whisper that ignited Mahesh's desire, compelling him to plunge deeper into her very core. They found a perfect, ancient rhythm, a dance of passion that left them both breathless and yearning for an insatiable continuation.

There it was. The sound I’d been waiting for. Soft. Barely audible. But unmistakable. A moan — not a surrender of the body, not a plea, but a small, human sound snagged between hunger and habit. It landed in the room like a stone thrown into still water, and the ripples mattered more than the stone itself.