Corrupted Gf Novels & Stories

He shrugged and decided to just ignore the scene. After a moment, the screen was suddenly filled with confetti and a system message popped: “Congratulations! Blah blah blah” he clicked his screen aiming to clear the confetti but it filled the screen more so he annoyingly raised his hands and waited for the goddamn confetti to disappear. “Fuck it, I knew it, RPG games sucks”

You stopped somewhere and breathe heavily trying to catch our breath we go to breathe in and out at the same time then we ended up busting into laughter all of a sudden she stopped laughing and looked at me seriously. "Is something on my face why are you looking at me like that?" I asked confused at her behaviour. She shook her head, "something is not on your face but probably you would not be having a great time if you understand the gravity of what you have done for yourself." "What are you talking about what what have I done to myself talk to me listening to you is there something I don't know that you know?" I asked still confused. She nodded, "yes you just gave yourself a bad day and do

I let out a mocking laugh. So that was the urgent matter Rowena absolutely had to handle? I grabbed a chair and smashed it against the wall, shattering our wedding photo. Then, I called in the cleaners and had them throw out everything in the room that had anything to do with Rowena. The next morning, I got up, washed up, and went to work. I could allow myself to be heartbroken, but I would never allow myself to fall apart. Maybe I had really been cursed with bad luck lately. On the way to work, a car made an illegal cut into my lane and hit me, injuring my leg.

“Could he have noticed all this?” Just then, a memory flashed through my mind and soured my mood, killed my urges, and left me a broken girl again. I remembered Chris Westwood and how I was secretly dying for him, only for me to be used and dumped, and now my heart was creating a space for someone else just within a short period. I can’t believe this.

Rebecca lay in the center of the cum-and-piss-soaked floor like a demolished fucktoy. Her prolapsed cunt hung out in a massive, swollen pink rosebud, constantly drooling thick rivers of seed mixed with urine. Her asshole was a ruined, puffy crater that gaped obscenely wide, farting bubbles of cum with every shallow breath. Her throat was raw and bruised, tits covered in bite marks, hickeys, and dried fluids. Makeup long ruined, hair matted with spit and cum—she looked exactly like what she had become: a completely corrupted, greedy cumdump who had betrayed every boundary for this night of ultimate depravity.