Crybaby In Spanish Slang Novels & Stories

[giggling] "I mean, you're hot." Dave sighed; she was getting drunk. Cristina jumped onto his lap, sitting there and looking at him. She trailed her thumb over his lips and smiled cutely. "I want you," she said, leaning closer to kiss him. Dave pushed her face back slightly. "Emma," he growled. "Estás borracha, podrías arrepentirte por la mañana." (You're drunk, you might regret this in the morning.) Cristina looked at him and shook her head. "No lo haré" (I won't), she responded, focusing on his lips. "I want you to kiss me, Dave."

A small smile crosses my lips. “Are you still upset?” I try again, my tone soft. He looks away, his jaw tightening. “Yes. Nothing can erase the thought of you fucking my brother, Ash.” I wince. Now, I hate hearing those words. “I can promise you that I was drunk, Caleb. Seriously. You know I can't handle even a small glass of alcohol, yet I drank tequila.” “Still.” “Still…” I reach out, my fingers hovering near his arm, before I pull them back. “I don't like that we're fighting. I only have you here in Spain, and I can't afford to lose you because of my mistake.”

He’s now a certified sugar daddy. “Would you like to apply as my sugar baby? It feels like you’re interested,” he frankly asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Fuck you, I need money; I don’t need a sugar daddy. Please?” He can’t resist his cuteness, and then Angelito mutters, “in one condition….” Denver scratches his head. “What is it?” A smug smirk appears on his face. His playful side turns severe this time. “Can you suck me tonight? Please?” he mimics Denver’s cuteness, and the cute boy’s eyes widen in surprise. His throat turns arid, and his hands are cold to touch the bench.

"Estoy lovo porti" means 'I'm crazy about you,' according to Lethia, who somehow knew Spanish. She should have asked her when Isis said the word 'te quiero'. Shaking her head, she looked at the ground Isis had dug. It was deep. "Jealous of Capt. Crowel, huh?" She grimaced, "What would he do if he found out I used to have a crush on Captain?" She massaged her temples, "He's gonna explode for sure."

“Ay ay ay… too big! Too deep! Ohhh… pero me gusta… sí, papi, fuck me más duro!” Her ass clapped against him as he drove into her, the sound obscene, wet, filthy. “Your pussy is mine,” he growled, pounding her harder. “Say it.” She looked back over her shoulder, mascara smudged, drool on her chin, hair wild. “Es tuyo, papi! All yours! Fuck my chocha, break it!” He slammed into her harder, until she cried out, body shaking. “¡Dios mío! I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’ papiiii—”

The man said as he groaned in pain, holding his stomach that was kicked by me. Oh, they’re Spaniards? God, their accent is everything. Was my kick so hard that the man couldn’t stand? Well, Ruby also told me last time that my kicks could break three ribs or so. However, given that I'm not in a good mood, I can actually break a few more ribs than usual. Like right now, that annoying man smiling at me drives me to the edge. God, the man made my skin crawl! “Acabemos con esto, hijos de puta.” I mumbled in a low, husky voice. I bit the inside of my cheek; my lips rose into a small smile. Hm, boy they are not the only ones who know Spanish.

“Please Daddy… fuck your little whore till she can no longer move a leg.” “Fanculo!” he cursed deeply in the Italian language, scouting me down burying his face in between my thighs, and gliding sensationally on my dripping pussy.

“Last chance Bambi. Say the words and I'll come back and ease that ache in your pussy.” “Go fuck yourself.”

“Tan listo para mi boca. O mi culo. (So ready for my mouth. Or my ass.)” “If only you were here, Caramelo,” I nearly whimper. "Caramelo" is the nickname I gave Gael last time he visited. It means "candy" or "caramel." I told him it was because he tasted so sweet when he came in my mouth. “Do you know how hard I’d fuck your mouth? How sore your ass would be after I finished with you?” Gael, who until now was fully dressed, begins slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “I want you to get your fleshlight and the vibrating butt plug. Let me watch you play with yourself. Will you do that for me, Tesoro?”

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV "What a dumbass thing! This is so fucking dumb!(Che cosa stupida! Questo è così fottutamente stupido!)” Valentina exclaimed. Damn, what or whom was she cursing at now? I entered the bedroom and asked, "Valentina?"