Bwwm Smut Novels & Stories

Gemma is a slut for sex. "Thank you, sister! Especially when you're getting to BDSM. The sweetness of his length is just too enjoyable. He can reach and pound you everywhere! And when that hot meat thrust into your ass…" Taffy trailed off, purring along with Gemma. They both entered their world. I wiggled my nose when their arousal hit it. These women. "You two," Brie laughed, "kill it before you start wishing your mates were here. Taffy, it won't end too well for you."

He’s dead. [Or stupid] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- The bullet comments on the screen blew up into another climax, filled with more vicious curses this time and even less information. But the smirk on Meph’s face widened. “You guys are the best fans!” Meph’s long, deep, foxy eyes smile into two curvy lines, yet somehow he doesn’t come off as crafty but harmless and innocent, as if he really meant it. The amount of comments blew up, meaning star shards were a sensitive topic. At least, the “audience” had things to say about it.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. "Are you surprised?” I gulp, resting my gaze to land on her thick hard cock. It's so... big. "Lessy," She drawls, her voice pulling me from my open gawking to look up at her.

A dancer’s grace. A ballerina’s body. Twelve years behind bars hadn’t stripped it away. Her skin—rich, warm, caramelized, softly glowing beneath the hesitant sun—contrasted sharply with the stark white plastic bag pressed to her chest. Her frizzled curls lifted slightly with the wind, framing a face far too gentle, too delicately carved for the crime stamped across her record. She didn’t look like someone who’d viciously plotted to kill anyone. She didn’t even look like someone who raised her voice.

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

The filthy sounds of her sloppy blowjob echoed softly. After several minutes of intense sucking, Emma pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock. She quickly stripped out of her bikini, tossing it aside, and spread her legs wide, exposing her soaked, puffy pussy. “Fuck me, Carl,” she begged, voice husky with need. Carl stepped forward, gripping his thick cock and rubbing the swollen head up and down her dripping slit, teasing her clit. Emma whimpered and bucked her hips.