Novel & Cerita Dirty Nun

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

Oh, I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh yeah yeah I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh I'm not going to wait until you're done 'Cause you pretended you don't need anyone Can't you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) Oh, you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) I'm not going to try 'til you decide You're ready to swallow all your pride I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked) I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked)

I had my pre-typed out grindr and sniffies description: Sleeping slut for use: Bottom looking to be used unconscious. Staying at the ******* hotel, room 214, door will be open all night. Taking sleeping pills. Looking for guys to use me, kinks welcum, minus scat. Recording session so wear a mask and leave an email address on the table if you would like a copy. After use, leave a tally. Mark on my ass so I know how many I had through the night. Have fun guys! 😈

Ingrid rocked her body against his hardness, stimulating her clit, pressing against her swollen folds. Noah held her tight and captured her lips just as she was about to explode. She moaned loudly into his mouth, eyes wide open, as shock and thrill consumed her. Ingrid climaxed from their dry humping—right there, in the middle of the dance floor. She could feel Noah’s body trembling as he reached his release. Their bodies trembled together as they held each other, riding the aftermath of their dirty dance. Noah hugged her tightly, as if trying to shield her from the world. As if wanting to tell her how much he had enjoyed what they had just done. As if letting her know that she had nothing t

We can be friends. The phrase fired me up. I didn’t want to be friends with him. I wanted to be the dirty girl in the photos, and I could take it if only he’d let me. I dropped my backpack on the floor, somehow managing to find the strength of confession. “I have sides to me, too,” I said, then launched into a stream. “I looked in your wardrobe drawer, Julian. I shouldn’t have done it, but I was curious when I was taking one of your shirts out. I saw the pictures, and I saw the toys. I do know those sides of you, and it doesn’t make me want it any less. It makes me want it more. I’m not as innocent as I look. I’m not a baby who doesn’t know what sex, smut, and kink is. I love that stuff. I l

. Lucien stood, towering over the wrecked Elsame heir, his massive cock still half-hard and dripping. Without a word he grabbed a nearby bucket of warm water and soft cloths, kneeling between Nagur’s spread thighs. He worked methodically, cleaning the cum, lube, and sweat from Nagur’s body with firm but surprisingly gentle strokes. The warm cloth wiped down the marked chest, the bruised nipples, the heavy balls, and finally the devastated ass. Lucien pressed the cloth against the gaping hole, letting it soak up the leaking mess while Nagur moaned softly at the careful touch on his oversensitive rim. “Easy, pet. You took it so well. That cunt is properly ruined now—just the way we like it.” H

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

"You like taking me here? Where could anyone hear?" I couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but nod frantically against his palm, my eyes squeezed shut as I rode out the overwhelming sensation. The humiliation of the position, bent over in a dirty bathroom stall, pants around my ankles, being taken so roughly, should have horrified me. Instead, it was pushing me closer to the edge, the illicit nature of the act acting like a drug. "Good," he grunted, satisfied by my submission. "Then take it."