Stories

I’m sure my cheeks were still flushed, hair still ruffled, from the erotic impressions.

“We’re never going to make it past the living room.” I thought as I sprinted towards the main door.

My already dripping cunt knew no limit when it came to Ravi.

“I love this cock so much, it's mine.” I whisper, going down. Its gleaming shiny head was already bouncing and hard.

In response, I smiled and I peeled the petals of my pink pussy apart. It glistened, revealing its juicy interior.

My hips eased down on Ravi, as I felt every inch of him move inside me.

Drawing the blanket over himself, Ravi slides down slowly. (An interactive erotic story) - I close my eyes, waiting to feel the first lick. My body is too sensitive and my pussy squelches pleasingly as Ravi's tongue rolls between my labia.

I felt the contour of it so vividly even between the fabric of my basic hosiery. Lifting my short frill basic skirt higher, he found the edge and slid it down.

I remember clutching to our paisley print blanket, as I felt a hot orgasm build up in my core, distracted ever so slightly by the turning ceiling fan.