Cameron Dallas Dirty Novels & Stories

“How is Kayla?” Kemi’s eyes softened, “she is excellent.” She replied, then whipped out her phone, and like the proud Mama bear she is, she showed me a photo of Kayla fresh from this morning. She is too cute, I cooed. “I know, right.” And in the same breath, she said,” How is my brother-in-law? “

"It sounds simple, but not as easy to do for some one like you. To add more to the steps I just listed, try to be seductive. Don't just play straight with him, do the things that will turn him on." "You mean being Camila? Or should I be silly being Delilah?" I asked. "Are you feeling alright?" "What? You didn't specify the figure to play the dirty game." "Am I supposed to specify that? Aren't you the one who said Mr Kimber loves Camila? Why would you want to get him in bed being Delilah? Guess you wanna get yourself exposed before some one does that." "I know. I know. Just wanted to pull your legs." I laughed at her. "I actually did it."

I look straight into the camera, cum sticky and warm on my lips and cheeks, chest heaving, pussy still throbbing and dripping. “Happy... fucking... Thanksgiving, bitches.”

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

I come again, clenching tightly around his fingers and moaning, and Camden slowly removes his fingers, popping them into his mouth to suck them clean. “Now,” I say, looking down at his tented pants. “Now, fuck me,” I plead. Camden smirks and shakes his head, and stands up a bit unsteadily and walks into the bathroom. I can hear him panting and then crying out, and he returns sweaty and smiling sheepishly. “I wanted to watch,” I pout, and Camden chokes out a laugh. “You are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he asks, crawling under the covers with me and I wrap my good arm around his neck to kiss him. He tastes like me and I moan into his mouth.

“I want this beach to know who this ass belongs to. If you keep bitching, I’ll toss the towel and let them all see what I’m doing.” “No! Oh God.” Cameron must have buried his head in his arms because his voice sounded muffled as he moaned, “Ohhh God.” He tasted delicious. Cameron possessed a fresh, clean scent that I couldn’t get enough of. It’s like he took extra good care of his ass in the chance that I might do something like this. Good boy. I licked Cameron long and hard. His soft pants turned me into an animal. Maybe I will fuck him on this beach.

Cameron leered. “F-k yeah,” Rhett grinned back at him. “Don’t tell me you’re not jealous that it wasn’t you.” “If you can get her to do it, I can too, and I’m taking her driving. I’ll find somewhere to park and f-k her in the tray of the Ute,” Cameron leaned back into Heath’s arms. “Whilst you and Heath do your homework like good boys, I’ll be balls deep in our…” he caught himself, an expression of chastisement crossing his face. Heath pressed his lips to Cameron’s cheek and murmured something. “I’ll be balls deep in our slut,” Cameron finished.

He inquired, staring at the cigarette in his hands. "Pardon?" I asked for clarity, as far as I could tell, my life was already over and done for. His eyes lazily darted to the window, "by the look of it, it's not yet midnight. There are two plain choices in front of you." He explained, taking calculated steps towards me. "One, you can choose to live your life in shame and knowtoe to others for as long as you draw breath. Or you can take the second option." He crushed his cigarette against the dusty window pane and placed his hands on his hips in a sexy manner.

His eyes would drop to my lap, then lower, like he was picturing exactly what was happening underneath my dress. “You’re still leaking, aren’t you?” he asked after a while, his voice low and rough. “I can see it in the way you’re sitting. Still full of my cum.” I swallowed and nodded, my face warm. “Yes.” “Good,” he said. His hand tightened around mine on his thigh. “I want you messy when we get home. I want that tight little hole still open and dripping when I bend you over.” He paused, then added, “Dante’s going to be there too. We’re both going to use you tonight. And I’m not going to be gentle with you, babygirl. Not after the way you took my cock in that bathroom like such a good little

Amanda wiped the sweat off her brows and tied up her honey, blonde hair into a loose ponytail. She waved heartily at the guys while I noticed how they all shot her perverted looks at how hot she looked in the short jean shorts and blue, spandex top. Her boyfriend, Darren, our football captain, typically, was still dressed in his full football gear making him look bigger than the rest of the guys. He removed his helmet to show his low cut, curly hair and coffee brown skin which always seemed to glow and I swooned. Darren was so hot, he deserved to have a highly flammable warning around his neck.