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I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

Holy shit. I took a deep breath so as not to laugh out loud. But I kept looking at him. It was like watching a bullshit-style porn. Ramirez looked like a comedian who has never been with a hot woman. And the girl looked like the busty blonde who didn't care about the disgusting ones made. I watched when they walked away, Ramirez breathless and the woman sketching a malicious smile. Holy shit. Prostitutes were too many liars. Did she pretend she liked that shit? Did all women have this capacity installed in their DNA?

Caution, bad smut scene, if you r under 18, I'm not your mother, enjoy. Callina joined the couples, going for Jace's pants, finally relieving the pressure, his penis was quick to poke out, with a glistering top, with expert hands she worked him up, spitting on her hand to add more friction to the red member, feeling the veins under her hand. It's been a while for Jace and she knew it, she decided to torture him a bit.

You won't even believe that my mother would tell me not to come downstairs whenever her friends was around. Like what kind of parents do that? Well, mine does. Then this burning sensation acted up quite too often. Most of the times, I felt like I was horny and need a man. Gosh, I am not even at the age of being in heat yet or maybe I am. But at least, I don't have a wolf. So why the the sensation? Presently, I am sitting watching one of my favourite TV shows since that is all I could do. Sleep, watch movies and eat and sleep.

However, today, it is me making the rules and the time between my fingers and the device, a green light signals that a voice message will come in. "Amelia, it's Adam. I know you're not home, but, I want you to listen to this message as soon as you get in. I apologize to you for the story that came out in the magazine, not out of regret that I went out with a girl, but for agreeing to start that with you. Mixing sex and work is always pleasurable and inspiring to me. However, I understand that for you, it is a hope that we can evolve into something more. And I cannot guarantee that this will happen, I am not close to relationships and golden romances. Friendships do. And that's why ours matt

She unbuckled his pants. Someone gasped. No one stopped her. His cock was hard and heavy in her palm. She stroked it once, slowly, and then rose to her knees. "Wait," Rome hissed. "Here?" Amara smiled. "Scared, baby?" She sank down on him. It wasn’t graceful. It was messy, raw, wet. Her thighs trembled as she took him in. Her head rolled back. Rome cursed loud enough to echo. They fucked like animals.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll