Cameron Dallas Dirty の小説・ストーリー

My blood ran cold at this picture. Cameron. Tied to a chair. Her face was bruised and she had dried blood beneath her nose. But alive. Conscious. Terrified. The caption under the photograph was short and sweet: Recipe book and the girl. Tomorrow at midnight. The old warehouse on Fifth. Come by yourself or she'll scream till you get here. And it was signed with a single initial: D. "Damon." I couldn't breathe. "He has Cameron."

Dalton said, “Callum spoils you a lot too. Many people are envious of you two.” Camryn smiled. “You’re right. Our lives are objects of envy to other people. “You can head back to work, Dalton.” “Okay.” Camryn saw Dalton out. She sat for a few minutes before returning to her desk to continue working. Meanwhile, in Huntington, Dylan was coughing badly. He quickly grabbed the glass of water Imogen had just offered him and took a few sips. After moistening his throat, he stopped coughing. However, he started coughing again after a few minutes.

Really? "Damn it Gemma. What the hell has come over you?"

He nodded “I see, seems like Hunter isn't keeping you well engaged, I'll let him know that, we can't let any potential get to waste.” “The next time you see the Beta, don't wait for me to let you know what you need to do to show your respect!” Emma said as soon as he was out of sight and hearing distance “Good nature! Didn't you come from a pack?” She looked genuinely disturbed and Carol struggled to withhold her laughter. “Well, how would I have known?” She asked. “All I do is work all day.” Emma squeezed the piece of rag she held, holding on until the last drop of brown water dripped and then she turned her attention back to Carol “Have you guys met before today?”

"Yeah? Show me how deep you go. Curl those fingers and hit that spot that makes you scream my name." I did, curling my fingers inside, brushing against that sensitive bundle of nerves. Pleasure built rapidly, coiling tight in my belly. "Daddy... it's so good," I whimpered, my hips bucking off the bed as I fucked myself faster. The wet sounds of my fingers plunging in and out echoed, mixing with his grunts. "Look at you, such a dirty little slut for your stepson," he taunted, stepping closer. "Faster, Camila. Make that pussy cum for me."

We went at it like that for a long time and dirty talk flew between us. “You act cocky on the field but you open up so easily to take your quarterback’s cock,” I said. “Only because your dick is decent,” he replied, grinning through moans. My eyes rolled into my head in between my hard thrusts. “Now fill me again.” I did as he asked. “Damon,” he breathed. “I want your thick load dripping down my legs tomorrow at practice. Breed me like you own this ass Quarterback.” I lost control and railed him faster.

“What words, Dean?” “Fuck me, Daddy.” He took a deep breath. “And I did, I did fuck her so hard in the weight room. And the bad thing about it, that wasn’t the last time I fucked her at the gym. The next time, it was in my office. God, she looked so good and was tight when I fucked her in the ass. I don’t even recognize myself anymore. So, tell me, how do I tell Celeste that I’m fucking her best friend?”

Vladimir couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his eyes. Head angling to the side, wearing a blank facial expression, Mort had no desire to answer him. As much as possible, he did not want to waste saliva on this filthy little skunk. "What makes you think Boss will give that?" Klauss asked, laughing half-heartedly. His voice shaking with anger from the nasty dirt attaching him. He feels like he is the dirtiest person in the world, dirtier than a greasy person, and has more germs than a sewer. His blood boils in rage and the feeling of revulsion badly wants him to go on killing this time.

Lord Cameron stands up from his seat, waiting to hear what I would say next. "Cameron, I'm going to need you to fuck her dirty little mouth until she learns not to ever talk back to you again! Oh, and Cameron! Make sure while you fuck her mouth, you slap her face and make sure you cum multiple times so she can choke on your cum while she swallows it all. Now, start fucking her mouth because I'm going to destroy her ass right now." JessBlue

I need help. The thought was fragile. Terrifying. But I don’t want him to see me like this. That thought felt bigger, heavier, meaner. It came from the oldest part of her — the part that had learned to clean up messes alone, to limit how much of her ugliness other people ever had to witness. “Jayla?” The voice made her flinch. Her eyes flew open. Cameron stood in the doorway. He wore joggers and a hoodie, hair damp like he’d showered recently — maybe after a late rehearsal. His expression was a strange mix of worry, confusion, and something like dread.