Bad Pickup Lines Dirty Novels & Stories

“Suck it, baby. Worship that dick that just came out of your ass. Taste yourself on me.” I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him curse and thrust deeper. Damian set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against my ass with sharp, echoing slaps that reverberated through the room. Each thrust jolted me forward onto Dominic's cock, forcing him deeper, until I was gagging softly, tears streaming down my cheeks from the effort. "That's it," Damian grunted as he smack on my ass, the sting blooming into heat that made me clench around him. "Take it all. Every inch. You're ours tonight, Linda. Our perfect little fucktoy"

“Dirty talk makes you so wet. Such a dirty girl.” “Yes. Call me a whore. Use me.” I lift off her and unbuckle my pants, leaving my shirt on, not prepared to show her what’s underneath. “Oh, I plan to Princess. I’m gonna make a good girl dirty.” My cock jerks free as I line up with her entrance. Her eyes go wide before she winces as I ram myself deep into her warmth, breaking the barrier in one thrust. Nothing sweet about it, nothing romantic. I feel like an asshole until I glance down and see the pleasure flicker in her dark eyes and the way she nips at her bottom lip.

If someone asked me why I hate Mateo Carter, I’d probably say it’s for a lot of reasons, but the truth is it all comes down to how easy it is for him to ruin everything without caring, because he plays dirty, on and off the ice, because he’s always smiling like nothing has consequences, because he never loses, because he always gets what he wants and people follow him even when they shouldn’t, because he has that reputation as a player, a heartbreaker, like it’s something to be proud of, and still no one seems to see him for what he really is, and what pisses me off the most is that someone like him, someone exactly like that, is the one who’s with Sofi now, like it wasn’t enough having him

Feeling a little more adventurous and kinky, I raised my head from between her legs and said, "I noticed last night that you really got off and turned on by me talking dirty to you, mom. Does dirty pillow talk make you wet and horny?" Mom blushed and nodded silently, embarrassed at her own admission to her son. I smiled as I gently bit her inner thigh causing her to moan softly. I then added, "Have you ever talked dirty during sex, or was that just a fantasy of yours? Why don't you try it now? I'll lick your wet pussy and make you cum harder than you ever have before, and all you have to do is ask or tell me what you want. How does that sound, mom?"

thinking for a moment, she asked even her voice was trembling, "I ...... I washed clean. " I washed clean ...... you casually ask for it. But this sentence behind, no matter how, she is difficult to speak. Lowly, you really lowly! Jane Tong, midnight dreaming back, will you to such a lowly you, nausea and regurgitation want to vomit! It is this person, he personally ruined everything you, let you fall into the mire, let you dirty, let you cheap, let you even hate have become a luxury! And yet, here you are, wagging your tail and begging for mercy! And also lowly spread your thighs and ask him: Sir, I've cleaned up, do you have interest to fuck me now?

"I want to kiss you so bad!" "I want to fùck you so bad!" ****

” ”We have a problem… And it’s gonna cost you ten times your winnings if you don't deal with it,” says the man on the other line. ”Oh yeah, what problem? Hey! Bitch, no teeth! Just swallow me whole... ”What do you mean swallow you whole?" ”Not talking to you. Not unless you want to be called my bitch right now!” "I'll pass, thanks!" As if to taunt his caller, Rube groans aloud as he feels the feminine lips and tongue massaging his growing hard-on. The caller sighs in exasperation, then continues with his instructions, ”I’ve sent you an email. Check it out. Find a way to fix it, ASAP!”

“Don’t lock it, though. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it? To be dirty and to be bad and to fuck me when you shouldn’t.” “I’m not the only one who wants to be dirty and bad, am I?” I lean down and lick the shell of his ear. “I’m not the one fucking my son’s ex-fiancé right now, am I? I’m not the one who stood a little too close, who watched me a little too intensely, who licked his lips every time my skirt slid a little too high.”

God I need to get laid so that I can rid of this sexual frustration. " Start playing hard now cause at the end you'll be craving for my touch, and I will make sure I fuck you real good till you won't be able to walk. And when you die, you won't be able to forget about my dick." He whispers against my neck as I look away at once, my eyes tightly shut. How can a man feel so comfortable whispering dirty things to a woman. This is so fucking gross. The more he talks dirty to me the more I feel filthy and this part of me likes it.

I sigh sadly. "I feel like a library card since I've been totally checking you out!" He exclaims, again. "Did you notice that I'm like a best seller? Currently unavailable." I raise my eyebrow. "If you were a McDonald's burger, you'd be the McGorgeous." Lame Alert! "Thanks, Ronald, but I've already talked to enough clowns tonight." I scoff. "Excuse me, does this napkin smell like chloroform to you?" "Not as much as that pick-up line smells like desperation." I laugh so loud after this.