Novel & Cerita 5sos Dirty Imagines

Sat across from her father at the dining table, thighs pressed together, feeling the slickness gather while Victor’s foot nudged hers under the table, Damien’s eyes locked on her chest, Reid smirking over the rim of his wineglass like he knew exactly how close she was to coming undone. Another night: Group: Send us a photo of your fingers inside yourself. Now. She locked herself in the upstairs bathroom, hiked her skirt, spread her legs on the counter, slid two fingers deep, and snapped the shot—glistening, stretched, needy. Sent it. Their replies came in seconds: Victor: Good girl. Edge for ten minutes. No coming. Damien: That’s our pussy. Don’t forget. Reid: We’re going to wreck that tonig

“Maybe I just want a little attention. Perhaps, I just want someone to love and care for me.” “Celeste...” I hesitate. “Be a good girl for me and make Daddy proud. No more alcohol or parties. Promise me you’ll stop being so wild and focus on your education.” “On one condition.” She adds. “What?” I have a feeling I already know. “Fuck me.” “No.” I snap. “I won’t fuck my best friend’s daughter. It’s not right.”

Her soaked pussy was on full display, visibly dripping juices onto the floor while she moaned like a desperate whore. I shoved the screen right in her face, and her cheeks burned bright red. I can't tell if it's from anger or embarrassment. "Turn it off… please…” "No, I won't. So you're a dirty little whore?" I chuckled darkly, towering over her naked body. My cock already rock-hard, straining painfully against my gym shorts. Fuck, she smells so fucking good, and tasty. How many times have I jerked off thinking about this exact body? I can't tell.

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

I wanted him right on the edge. Dante’s breathing grew harsher, ragged gasps breaking into low, filthy groans. “That’s it… just like that. Keep choking on Daddy’s cock. You love this, don’t you? Love being my dirty little road slut, sucking me off while the whole world rushes by outside the windows.”

From across the table, Theo’s got that grin on his face, the one that usually means trouble’s on the horizon. “What did you do?” Mason and I ask it at the same time. “Nothing. She sent a photo in the Hellraiser set, and now I can’t stop thinking about bending her over in it.” I groan and reach for my phone, already knowing I won’t be able to concentrate on another damn thing until I see it. The moment I open the app and click the message, I feel my focus dissolve. There goes the rest of my productivity for the day.

Narco felt his world crash when Klauss confronts them who was shaking with anger especially since he hadn't cleaned and sanitized himself. Klauss felt very nasty and filthy about himself. Even though the sumptuous food looks delicious, he sees nothing but a plate of maggots. His mind is clouded with different germs and viruses clinging to his skin and clothes right now. Petrified in their seats, Narco and Lyric felt they were poured by a bucket of ice. Unmoved in their place, they can't even meet everyone's gaze darted on them. The two of them thought Mort, Klauss, and the others forget everything they did since everyone's attention was focused on Vladimir's head.

He follows me down, his voice like sin in my ear, sounding too much like the devil in that moment. “You’re thinking of Derrick’s big cock thrusting into your ass while I fuck your pussy, huh?” Said pussy flutters around him, my body giving me away. “Or maybe he’ll be too big to fit in your ass so we’ll switch? He’ll fuck your pussy while I take your ass.” When I shake my head, I’m not sure what I’m asking him. If I want him to stop filling my head with those images that are threatening to drive me insane or if I want him to stop fucking me.

Chapter 22 Lena's POV I sat on my bed in the quiet house, my phone screen glowing with the dirty pictures Ava had sent me. The images were explicit — Ava touching herself, close-ups of her breasts and pussy, messages describing how much she missed my body. My fingers traced the screen, body heating up as I remembered the weekend at Ava's condo. I slipped my hand under my shorts, touching myself slowly while scrolling through the photos, my breathing quickening. I typed a quick text to Ava: "Your pictures are driving me crazy. I'm touching myself right now thinking about you."