Cameron Dallas Dirty Novels & Stories

*Can't wait to feel this monster split me,* the thought made her moan around him, vibrations drawing a hiss from Darius. He pulled her off gently after minutes of worship, cock glistening with her spit, strings connecting her lips to the tip. "Clothes off. Wanna see what I'm ruining." Jane scrambled up, peeling away tank and panties in a frenzy, the air cool on her flushed skin. Naked, she backed to the bed, sprawling on the sagging mattress, sheets smelling faintly of bleach and past fucks. Legs spread wide, knees to chest, she presented herself—pussy lips puffy and pink, hole winking slickly, clit begging. Darius loomed, shedding his shirt to reveal chiseled abs, then climbed over her, coc

He gave me a sad smile as he tucked a stray hair on my ear. “Well, I am already upset. What is there to lose?” I crossed my arms as if saying ‘I’m waiting.’ “Okay.” He said in defeat. “It’s about this morning's news.” He glanced briefly at my blank face before continuing. “It says that three men were ground to the bones inside the meat shop in Hill Street. And…and one of those three men was my friend, Caleb.” He finished panting, like the thought of his friend being dead is consuming the life out of him. My eyes widened in mocked shock and disbelief. What got my attention was the fact that he knows Caleb Salazar. But the question was, to what extent?

I remember when I tried asking questions, but he cut me off, saying it wasn't something I should worry my pretty head about. Mum strolls in with her phone, looking all serious, not the sweet, cheerful spirit who warms the house with her presence. She pulls out the seat beside Dad. "Someone sent a video from a private number." She looks up at me with a serious stare. Cold shivers run down my spine. I turn off the cooker and make my way to her. There's a video of me under the streetlight in my tight dress. "Don't tell me this is you, Summer." She points her phone at my face.

“When my fingers touch your pussy, will I find it wet for me?” “Yes,” I breathe. “I’m so wet for you, Owen.” “This is what you want.” He’s talking dirty, still being demanding, but double-checking my consent too. He cares so fucking much, and my heart swells in my chest. “It is.” I squirm underneath him, clit begging to be touched. “I want it, and I need it. Touch me, Owen. Please.” With his hand under my leggings but still over my panties, he sweeps his fingers over my core. I swear I could come right now if he does it again.

It was quite funny to look at Cameron undressed, he thought though didn’t say as in his current mood Cameron wouldn’t get the grim humor behind Rhett’s amusement, but it was like the farmer’s tan in blood – where Cameron’s skin had been exposed by his clothing, it was washed red with blood, and undressed there were tan-lines where the blood was and where the cloth had kept it from him. “Shit,” Rhett realized that if Cameron was that gory, then he was probably worse, and looked up at where he’d been holding onto the door frame to see he’d left a rusty-looking stain on the paintwork. “Fucking hell.” He stepped in and began to strip off. “I think these clothes are straight to the bin, don’t you

"Okay." He didn't move. I yanked the zipper again. It didn't budge. I could feel him watching me and I refused to look up. "Kayla." "I'm fine." "The zipper's jammed." "I know the zipper is jammed, Darius, I'm the one jamming it…” He was already crossing the room. He crouched down right beside me… right beside me, close enough that I could smell him again, that warm clean scent that my nostrils had absolutely no business recognising, and nudged my hands out of the way gently.

Heath explained. “Ah, f-k, I would have been in on that, I’ve been f-king horny all morning after watching you get blown in the backseat,” Rhett complained. His eyes brightened as he slid a sidelong look at Heath and raised his eyebrows. “Wanna ditch and do dirty things?” Heath laughed under his breath. “Yeah, I do,” he replied. “We should find Cameron and our slut, though. She needs to be broken in.” “There’s Cameron,” Rhett grinned. “Hey!”

THREAD : CAMERON IS WHIPPED AND SO IS DOMINIC, BUT IN TOTALLY DIFFERENT WAYS @cammmmon GUYS GUYS THIS IS SO FUCKING BIG WTF @cammmmon OMG DID YOU ALL SEE THE LYRICS-IN-PROCESS // THE POEMS CAMERON POSTED OMG IM ALL SHSJSKSL @cammmmon I HAVE A FRIEND WHO WENT TO MUMBAI AND IS THERE CURRENTLY AND SHE SAW CAMERON AND THEY EVEN TOOK A SELFIE AND I CANT SHARE IT BECAUSE OF PRIVACY REASONS

She thrusted her fingers fast stretching and fucking herself hard, moaning softly. Dave came in early today, heading to his room when her loud moans got to his ears. “Arghhhh…. Fuckk…. Yeahhhh” she moaned as she curled her fingers faster. He knows his dad won’t be home. “She must be a cheating bitch” he said to himself, tiptoeing to her bedroom. Her door was wide open, and he saw she was alone. He has never watched a woman touched herself, except in pornos. He drooled at the sight of her fingers curling in her dripping pussy.

Dwayne came first, ropes of hot seed painting my tits as I stroked him. "Take it, you messy whore!" Kamin followed, burying deep in my ass, pulsing. "Fuck yes!" Darius thrust up hard, spilling into my pussy with a roar. "Mine... all mine..." But they weren't finished. As I collapsed, trembling, they flipped me onto my back. Kamin's cock, still semi-hard, nudged my lips. "Clean me up, dirty girl." I obeyed, licking him clean, the taste of us intoxicating. Dwayne and Darius watched, cocks twitching back to life.