Chin-chin Filthy Frank Novels & Stories

“My personal mile-high slut.” The dirty words combined with the choking and deep penetration pushed her toward another peak. Lila pushed back against him, meeting every thrust as best she could in the cramped quarters. The mirror captured every filthy detail, his powerful body slamming into her from behind, her face contorted in pleasure, the risk of discovery hanging over them like a blade. Damien fucked her harder, the wet slap of skin on skin barely concealed by the engine noise. He spanked her ass sharply, the sound echoing dangerously. “Come again. I want to feel this pussy milk my cock.”

He immediately connected his knuckles with Alonzo’s face, causing a satisfying crack to ring in my ears as Alonzo’s nagging voice went quiet while he released painful grunts. “I can’t believe you have such pūssies working for you.” Francisco muttered, shaking his hand to relieve the pain that probably shot up his knuckles. “Look who is talking.” I scoffed, leaning back on the chair. “You need a little cream for that?” I asked him with a raised brow. “Fūck you, asšhole.” He chuckled before rolling his eyes.

Xiao Chen hadn't eaten much for the past few days but when he saw that Huangfu Xin'er wasn't even touching her chopsticks, he lost his appetite as well. On the other hand, Zhiluan couldn't keep himself from salivating after seeing the table full of exotic delicacies. He hesitated for a long time before cautiously reaching his paw out to the plate of roasted fish in front of Huangfu Xin'er. "Pa!" Xiao Chen hit Zhiluan's paw with a pair of chopsticks, frightening him so much that he retracted his paw. He glared at Xiao Chen as he whined, but dared not say a word otherwise.

I made her suffer, I ruined my family. “You want to kiss my shoe, are you qualified? Do you know how expensive it is? You want to ruin it with the smell of your filth?” He mutters and stomps hard on me again, making me grunt in pain and clench my fist. His mom's laughter was a stark contrast to my mom's heartbreaking cries and pleas.

Frаnk said hе wоuld make a prostitute to рау off mу dеbt tо him. "I wіll check оut уоur story аnd gіvе уоu the bеnеfіt оf the doubt fоr nоw. If you are tеllіng the truth, I wіll nоt beat уоu оr ѕhаvе уоur head. I finished with bruѕhіng Puрру'ѕ tееth for hеr, and thеn lеttіng her spit thе uѕеd tооthраѕtе into thе bаthtub drain.

He pulled out before he finished, chest heaving, cock throbbing. “On the floor,” he ordered. Both girls obeyed. They lay down facing each other, and at Gwen’s quiet guidance they locked their legs together and started scissoring, wet pussies grinding against each other in a slow, filthy rhythm. The sound of their soaked folds sliding together was obscene. Their clits rubbed with every roll of their hips. Professor Kim stood over them, stroking his thick cock as he watched, fist moving steadily along the length.

When faced with Tyson’s questioning, Charlie sneered and said, “I’m pointing at you while I asked the question, so of course I’m talking about you. Is it necessary for you to still ask? Is your head filled with glue?” “F*ck!” Tyson was instantly furious. He put his previous civilized and gentlemanly appearance aside and roared through clenched teeth, “You dare to speak to me in this manner when you’re just the f*cking assistant to the chairman of an ocean shipping company?! Do you know of my identity in Hong Kong?!”

Not enough. "Let's get to work and see how long he stays with us this time." The scent of burning flesh no longer filled his nostrils, and he inhaled the unmistakable smell of cat - filthy, dirty, feline, shit. The first cut brought his head up. Then the tearing burn drew a low groan as they peeled the skin from his body. He gritted his teeth until he was afraid they would crack. Strip after strip. He slowly drifted away... His home.

Frank introduced us and as we shook hands, I got the feeling that Charlie was giving me the once over. Thinking I might have a quick visit to the gents before we went in, Charlie pointed to the sign in the corner. I'd just started peeing, when the door opened and Frank came in and stood next to me at the urinals. "Thought I'd better go as well. Don't want to miss any of the film" As he peed, he casually looked over at my cock. "Bloody hell, son. You could be in p**n yourself with a cock like that."

Bed creaked loud; they didn’t care. Chino pounded hard, possessive. One hand around Wale’s throat not tight, just holding. The other stroked Wale’s cock rough. “This body na mine,” Chino growled, Igbo Pidgin thick. “No pastor fit take am. No uncle. No law.” Wale moaned, voice cracking. “Yours… always… come inside… fill me…” Chino snapped faster skin slapping, sweat flying. Wale came first spilling over sheets, body clenching tight. Chino followed burying deep, pulsing hot inside, groaning into Wale’s shoulder.