Dippy Fresh Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

I begged again, tears streaming down my face. My fingers gripped the edge of the sink tightly as my whole body trembled. “Ah—!” A cry slipped from my lips as the pressure became too much. Water splashed against the floor, running down my legs. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I struggled to breathe through the intense sensation.

“Look at you creaming all over Daddy’s cock, Maya. Such a greedy little virgin.” Mr. Collins groaned, picking up his speed. His hips slapped against mine harder, driving his cock deeper with every thrust, as the water cascaded over us, making everything slick and messy. Ria dropped to her knees in front of me, with water streaming down her face as she leaned in and licked where we were joined. Her tongue licking my clit and along the base of her father’s cock as he pumped in and out of me. The sensation was overwhelming, and I came earlier than expected. I cried out, my pussy clenching hard around him. “Oh fuck… yes!”

I don't pull off. I suck harder and stroke the base fast and he grabs my hair with both hands and groans so deep it sounds like it comes from the floor and he spills into my mouth in hot thick pulses and I swallow every drop, working my tongue along the underside of his cock while he shakes and shudders and empties completely, and when he's done I pull off slow and lick the tip clean and look straight up into his eyes and drag my tongue across my own lips. He stares at me like I just rearranged something fundamental in his brain.

“Fuck—gonna cum, princess. Gonna fill that greedy little throat. Swallow it all like a good girl—every drop, you hear me?” With a deep, guttural groan, he slammed deep one final time, burying himself to the hilt as thick, hot ropes of cum erupted straight down her throat. Sia’s eyes widened, throat working desperately around him as she swallowed again and again, milking every pulse until he was spent. The taste of him—salty, warm, masculine—flooded her mouth and she took it all, not spilling a single drop.

I sobbed out, my breathing ragged as I looked up into his dark, possessive eyes. “Give it to me, Daddy. Fuck me. Please.” Mateo’s dark eyes flashed with raw, predatory triumph. Without a word, he scooped me up into his arms. My skin was dripping, everything slippery and hot, but his grip on my plush thighs was absolute iron. He stepped over the ledge into the oversized, deep soaking tub, which was already filled with warm, foamy, soapy water. He lowered himself into the water, sitting back, and positioned me directly over his lap facing him.

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

At a party hosted at our house, my husband sang a soul-stirring rendition of “Missing You Tonight". He poured his heart into it, his eyes misty and his voice raspy with emotion. I secretly recorded a video and posted it online. To my surprise, the video blew up. Hundreds of thousands of likes poured in, with the comment section overflowing with sympathy. Laughing, I handed my phone to my husband. “Jacob, you went viral.” The top-voted comment read: [Girl, I’m not one to stir up drama, but your husband looks like he’s nursing a broken heart.] I thought he’d just laugh it off with a half-hearted smile. Instead, he took the phone and looked me straight in the eye with dead seriousness. “Yo

Jules smiled and gestured me to go. As I walk my thoughts fly again. I also plan to visit mom in the hospital today because I’m sure her surgery is over. I quickly got to the locker room and quickly searched for my number. "2405, 2406, 2407,2408! Gotcha!" I smiled as I opened my locker but stopped suddenly when I saw an envelope in it. My hands shakingly reached for it. I open the letter wide-eyed. Good day Oxians! You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME.

Jake turned to look at me with concerned eyes, "what's wrong?" "I don't feel too good," I responded as I clutched my head with one hand and rubbed my temple. "I think I'm going to be sick or pass out." Colour drained from Jake's face as he helped guide me back to the parking lot instead. "You need some fresh air," he commented as he grabbed his phone and called someone. I could feel myself slowly slipping in-and-out of consciousness. "Stay with me Alexis, I've got you," he mumbled but his voice sounded too far away. I saw two silhouettes moving towards us before everything went black.

I'd wandered right into her den without even realizing it. "Ms. Parker, do you enjoy body massage services?" Vivian Thompson asked. I forced a polite smile and shook my head. "Not really. Something about those places just… feels dirty. Like it'll give me bad luck." She let out an amused laugh while her eyes glinted with mockery. "Well, you're not wrong. This isn't exactly a reputable establishment. Next time, I'll take you somewhere better. I'll make sure you're well taken care of."