Chin-chin Filthy Frank Novels & Stories

They were thick, big and quite fleshy, I nibbled on them a little before going ahead. As I started to lap and lick her vagina she gave out a muffled scream, 'ooo...oooof! Chinu yeh kya ho gaya hai tumhe, kya kar diya tumne.(Oh! Chinu what have you done, what has gotten into you). I nuzzled between her lips and sucked her hard pulling her clit into my mouth, 'ooo....oof hey Bhagwan mujhse bardasht nahin ho raha kya karun main.'(Oh god I can't take anymore)

She wrinkles her nose. “Yeah. Someone ditched it in the cage on the side of the road. He was cool and knew how to say ‘fuck’ and a few other choice words.” “What happened to him?” I lower my gaze to the bar, stomach clenching just thinking about it. Captain Morgan was a fucking awesome cockatiel. “Jackson let him out when the living room ceiling fan was on high.” Charlie gasps and brings her hand to her mouth. “Oh my God, I’m sorry.”

Therefore, he recriminated impolitely at once. "Sh*t! Are your scaring widows with your big penis? I’m not scared at all. You look as terrible as the scene of an accident on the highway. How could you come out? As far as I’m concerned, the state should have given your parents a condom." Chen Hanlong's words were so rude that even the old man frowned. And the two women, Hong Ling and the female gambler, stared at him with disgust. "Ha ha..."

Chapter 19 Rampage WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! “Are you done?” Zinnia coldly uttered as she watched Violet’s face turn red in anger. “BITCH!” Angered by how Zinnia acted nonchalant no matter how much they provoked and hurt her, Violet ordered her lackey to hold the bathroom door and dunk Zinnia’s face on the filthy bowl.

But before I could get close, a pungent smell of fermenting pig manure hit my nose. Inside the dilapidated pigsty, several black pigs were grunting as they fed. And kneeling right in the middle of the pen was Steve Malone. The same Steve who would lecture me for three days if I went to bed without showering was now holding a pig dung-covered foot with a reverent look on his face. The foot belonged to a woman built like a water tank who was chewing on half a raw sweet potato. "Professor Malone," she said, "there's chicken manure on my foot, so how can you smell it with such delight?"

My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books. I couldn’t stay quiet. “Fuck…” I moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Oh my god, yes…” Two of my fingers slid inside me as I kept rubbing my swollen clit with my other hand. “Mmm… please… fuck me harder,” I whimpered reading out what the female lead said in the book, eyes fluttering shut. My hips were grinding against my hand desperately. “Yes… just like that… I’m such a dirty little slut…”

I push back against him like a slut, ashamed of how much I am enjoying being fucked so roughly by these strangers. They take turns using my mouth too, the second man kneels in front of me and forces his cock between my lips. “Suck it good, baby,” he growls. I open wide and take him deep, sucking and licking his thick cock while the other man continues slamming into my pussy from behind. Saliva drips down my chin as I bob my head eagerly, lost in the dirty thrill. They switch again and again, one fucks my dripping pussy hard while I choke on the other’s cock.

He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a low groan. We collapsed together on the desk, breathing hard, sweat dripping down our wet bodies. I felt some liquid touch my cheek. When I looked up, I saw that Mr. Sinclair was now close to me, wet cream shooting from his cap. I brought my tongue out and his sloppy dick slid into my mouth. I licked his cap clean, swallowing his cum. When he was satisfied he stood back, tucking himself back into his slacks. "Well," he said with a chuckle. "That was certainly an interesting way to end the workday."

“Such a pretty pink pussy.” “Prettier than Meg's?” I asked. He glanced up at me, then smirked dangerously, “Prettier than Meg's.” Then he leaned in. He started slowly and teasingly. His tongue traced my outer lips, licking up the juices that had spilled. Long, flat strokes. He sucked one swollen lip into his mouth, then the other, humming in pleasure. I shivered, hands gripping the edge of the desk. He spread me open with his thumbs and dragged his tongue from my tight asshole all the way up to my clit in one slow, filthy lick. I moaned out loud.

I went after the first man flying with a kick to his gut and another man attacked my face with a punch. My head whipped to the side. It had been too long since I received a blow to the face. "Merda, fa male come una cagna," I said as I tasted blood and I sent him a punch to the head, and a kick to the balls which had him groaning and curling up on the ground. I knew it was a cheap move, but I couldn't be bothered at the moment. I just needed to get this over with. I kicked him to the side and he hit the wall with his back. (Shit. That hurt like a bitch.)