روايات وقصص ضمن Dirtiest Desire

Ezreal’s voice still lingered in my ears, low and merciless: “On your knees… your body belongs to me.” "Kiss my cock—" "Your submission." I sank lower in the tub, letting the water lap at my chin. “God,” I whispered into the silence, “have mercy. Wash me clean.” But no matter how many times I whispered it, I still felt the dirt on me. Not on my body through—no, I had washed that until the skin stung—but deep inside. Desire. That was the stain I couldn’t scrub away. I wanted to be saved, but even as the words left my lips I knew I wasn’t ready.

I’ve been on edge for so long that desire is starting to taking over, crowding everything else out. “Yes,” I moan as pleasure consumes my thoughts. “Tell me you’re a dirty little slut, and I’ll let you cum,” he says. One part of me knows how humiliating and degrading this is, but the part of me that’s here, right now, doesn’t care. I’m lost in pleasure and sensation. Anything and everything dirty sounds appealing. I’m filled with a sudden lust for anything taboo. I want to be filled with all the cocks. Fucked by all the men. Called every dirty name under the sun.

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

"People like you don't fall in love." He smiled then. Not a smirk. Not a dangerous curve of his lips. A real smile, small and almost sad, that transformed his entire face into something unbearably human. "Who said anything about love?" he murmured. "I'm talking about obsession. Addiction. The kind of need that ruins men like me." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, so soft it made her chest ache. "And I'm telling you, Avery Morgan, that I have never needed anyone the way I need you."

It was the only option I had. I had a clear image of him in my head while I touched myself. I imagined he had gone all the way with me. I kept at it until I came and my body was relaxed. I cried after I came. The tears began to fall freely because I knew I was in trouble. Aching for someone I could never have was dreadful. The painful part was that I knew even if he were free, he would not want me because he believed I was a prostitute and I could bring shame to him. I was a nobody, and he was the Alpha of Woodclaw Island. We were worlds apart; it was a tall and impossible dream. I wept and wondered why I was dealt a shitty card.

Vladimir couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his eyes. Head angling to the side, wearing a blank facial expression, Mort had no desire to answer him. As much as possible, he did not want to waste saliva on this filthy little skunk. "What makes you think Boss will give that?" Klauss asked, laughing half-heartedly. His voice shaking with anger from the nasty dirt attaching him. He feels like he is the dirtiest person in the world, dirtier than a greasy person, and has more germs than a sewer. His blood boils in rage and the feeling of revulsion badly wants him to go on killing this time.

“Open those pretty lips and clean my fucking cock off.” I lean forward, my arousal blooming between my legs all over again as I wrap my lips around his cock. I whimper, tasting his cum and mine on his swollen head as I hum around it. I drop my mouth down his shaft, my tongue swirling and teasing all over him until I’ve licked him clean. I have never felt dirtier, or more slutty. This is the dark desire that I’ve got just one night to explore before I go back into my cage. He pulls me up, and he kisses me hungrily as I fall into him. His hand goes between my legs, his fingers stroking my slick, dripping wet pussy. He kisses me deeper, stroking a thick finger in and out of me as his thumb roll

The first thing I had wanted was to fucking clean her tongue for whispering something so forbidden. I still fucking will. Several ideas came to mind and all of them involved her being on her knees, all spread out for me as I banged that soft ass until she screamed. I wouldn't stop, not until she obediently took everything I would give to her. Fuck it! Even in my rage, I could feel the growing strain in my pants, my penis was so rigid, my balls tight and strained with the pulsating need to rinse her mouth and throat with my cum. That was the only goddamned way her mouth will ever feel clean to me.

They did not want to choose for him. Being the third and last born,he was cherished and loved by his twins brothers,Peter and Paul. His brothers had gotten married and had two kids each. He was the only single in the family. The more he pondered,the more he realized that none of these women had any tangible reason neither did he find any flaw in himself. He was handsome,tall and with slightly curved legs. To top it all,he was rich. Wealthy,in fact. He owned a big company. He was just so unlucky to have met the first few gold diggers.