Dirty Comebacks の小説・ストーリー

But I wanted to do it, it was either that or stalk and murder anyone who dared to come close to her. It was insane. I was insane but I couldn't stop those dark thoughts from winning over... The strike of horse whips against my back at the rehab center crashed through my memory making it difficult to breathe... The smell of blood, of charred flesh... I was hyperventilating... I couldn't breathe. A soft touch on my skin had my gaze jerking to those of Scarlet and just seeing her face brought me back to reality, but I was still so out of it, that I almost didn't hear what she said.

I just need to know how it works around here first, to study the layout of this prison and the players inside it but revenge I absolutely must get even if I have to use my very last iota of life to accomplish it, I will not falter. I must watch Alice and Aaron beg for mercy, I want to see them on their knees, crying out the exact same way I begged to be spared, the same way I begged to be allowed to live while they laughed at my destruction. With my mind firmly made up, I stand up and clean myself using the sink. I shed the soiled, damp undies, tossing them aside, determined to rid myself of any physical reminder of the last few minutes. Leaving the bathroom, I walk back over to the large cl

Cody hit the floor from the punch. He stayed down for a while before dragging himself up, blood smeared at the corner of his mouth. The blood only made it worse. I rushed him and landed two more punches. Selene grabbed me like she'd lost it and slapped me across the face. "Are you crazy? Have you completely lost it?" she snapped. "Cody's right. Anyone who comes out of a place like that—even if they were decent before—comes back dirty."

“Oh, you’re eager tonight, aren’t you, baby? What do you want to see?” Then, another ding. A bigger one. $100. The username makes my breath catch. DomTheBoss69. He’s been my white whale for two weeks. A top-tier tipper who never shows his face or uses his mic, only the chat. His words are always, always a command. DomTheBoss69: The red is a good color. But it’s still in the way. A thrill shoots straight to my core. My pussy clenches around nothing, already getting slick. This is the game. This is the real addiction.

It was so dirty and sexy. "Clean me up," Krista whispered. Callista didn't need to be told twice. She climbed between Krista's legs and put her face into Krista's body. Callista desperately started to lick the combined cum and spit off of Krista's body, starting by sucking it out of her bellybutton and drinking it down. She tasted the strange earthy flavor of cum on Krista's hot, salty skin and it was better than before. She licked Krista's stomach, her tits, her neck, and even her chin. When she finished, they were sloppily kissing, strings of spit and cum connecting their dirty mouths.

(okay, now pullout, let me continue with my work) Johnson ➡(what!?) Wetin u say? (what did you say BigBam ➡Ah, ah, I say remove am now! I wan continue work. (I said remove your dick, so that I can continue withy work) Johnson ➡You're not okay! 😡

“Let’s say the aging process isn’t entirely successful with one of your… children. Let’s say they grow wrong. Can you reverse it?” “Reverse it?” Damon snorted and pulled his hand away from the glass. Several people in black robes with hoods were approaching, holding what looked like cleaning supplies—mops and sponges and soap to clean up the blood so he could have the perfection he so badly wanted. As they approached, I noticed that several of them were hunched. Crippled. Limping. And they all had that same vacant look in their eyes. “I would never undo my hard work,” Damon laughed, reaching for one of the people as they passed. He yanked the hood back, revealing an old, decrepit man—mostly

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

"What are you doing?" Shuffling, "What? Me?" Charlie narrows her eyes, a thought pops into her head, "Deedah! Are you having sex?!" This time, her best-friend laughs loudly, "No, *Poo-poo bear*. This fart bag was tickling me before you called. That monster..." She mutters at the end. "Oh? Zeus is back from Egypt? When did he get back?" "Dude just got back yesterday and he's trying to get into my pants," She hears the traces of an eye roll in her tone.