Erotic Snippets
Copyright© 2017 by Its a Kilt, Not a Skirt
Chapter 16
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16 - If you’re not sure what to read today, why not open this titillating Pandora’s box full of assorted graphic, erotic moments? Every time you click ‘next chapter’ you won’t know what to expect next. No need to read this steamy collection in order, either, as each chapter can stand alone to arouse and surprise. This compilation also includes several short works featuring characters from longer stories. *Please Note:* the author is open to suggestions, as long as it is true to style.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Rough Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial White Male White Female Oriental Female Indian Male Indian Female White Couple Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts Slow
I
I climb on top of him on the sofa to start, one foot steadied on the floor as we kiss gently. One hand guides him inside me, and we moan together. We have been fucking a lot lately, which has ironically seemed to only make us hornier, and the feeling more intense. This is evident, too, in the way I ride him so wildly, my hips moving to take his thickness deep and fast, my face buried in his shoulder, where I would cry out. His cock is stretching me open again. We move together passionately, and he pushes up into me so hard that I can feel his taut balls flush against my pussy.
Then his arms are wrapping tightly around my back, stilling my movements so he can thrust up into me. My gasps make him harder and cause similar sounds. ‘I love how you feel inside me,’ I tell him.
II
Next, he has me on my knees on the couch, bending over the arm and supporting myself against it. When he takes me, he’s rough, and my lusty cries only encourage him to fuck me harder, to bit my neck and spread my thighs wider for him with his own. When I cry out sometimes, he’ll fist my pigtails and pull my head back roughly, moaning as this makes me squeeze around his cock, and then kiss me on the mouth passionately.
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