Dirty Rizz Lines Novels & Stories

“Tell Matthew exactly who owns this sloppy cheating pussy now.” Lilian moaned like a pornstar, pushing back on my cock hungrily. “Matthew… baby, I’m so sorry… but I can’t do this anymore. Riley fucks me so much better. Her cock is so fucking deep… ahhhh fuck! It stretches me out so good!” I laughed and started pounding her harder, the loud wet slapping of skin on skin echoing through the room. I made sure the camera got a perfect close-up of the thick strap disappearing into her stretched, creamy hole, her juices dripping down her thighs in messy strings.

Red lights decorated room, while renegade will be playing in the background He sank one finger inside me and whispered hoarsely.. “ I will be gentle”... then he sank another finger making it two thick fingers inside me, pumping steadily while his thumb circled my clit with perfect pressure. The stretch was new, overwhelming, and I cried out softly, “Fuck! Leo fuckkkkk… Oh Mineeeee…. I'm about to pee” I moan his name aggressively, my walls clenching around him. It's squirt bab..…he said flatly against my lips

The sounds were filthy; of wet skin slapping, and echoes moans and low grunts. Ria reached over and slipped two fingers into my pussy while her dad fucked her, curling them deep. I did the same to her, fingering her while Mr. Collins took turns claiming us both. Finally, he focused on me again, gripping my hips hard as he pounded into my pussy with brutal, mind-blowing strokes. “Gonna fill this virgin cunt,” he growled. Ria rubbed my clit furiously from the side. I came screaming, my pussy milking his cock as he buried himself inside me and roared, as he filled me with thick, hot ropes of cum, until it overflowed, leaking down my thighs mixed with the shower water.

He leaned down, biting her earlobe just hard enough to make her shiver. "Are you doing this because of the alcohol? Or are you doing this because you’ve been starving for a real man?" Rissa didn't answer. She just moved her hand faster, determined to lose herself in the sin before the morning comes up and she had to go back to being a ghost in her own home. Ronan didn't let her finish with her hands. He wanted more. In one swift, violent motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her lace panties and ripped them down her legs, discarding them onto the floor like trash.

Sharp jawline, green eyes that seemed to see too much, and an air of confidence that should have been annoying but somehow wasn't. "Actually, I was just leaving." Emma started gathering her things, but her laptop bag chose that moment to rebel. The zipper stuck, her notebook tumbled to the floor, and her pen rolled under the stranger's feet. He crouched down to retrieve her pen, and Emma caught sight of the title on her fallen notebook's cover: "Heat Between the Lines - Draft 3." Her heart stopped. That was her working title—the one she'd scribbled on the cover without thinking, the one that revealed exactly what kind of book she was struggling to write.

Almost innocent. Almost. I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat and forced myself to focus on opening my locker. My fingers felt clumsy against the dial, like the combination suddenly wasn’t something I’d used a thousand times before. Marianne leaned fully against Damian now, one hand pressed to his chest as if she were claiming territory. As if she needed to remind everyone, including me, who he belonged to. I didn’t know why the gesture disgusted me. I hated that it did. I hated even more that I cared at all.

My moans hiked and the notes were magical and beautiful and they seemed to be boasting Ron to do better because with each moan, more pleasure surged through my body and the next moan was bound to be louder, it was. Ron sucked well on both my breasts and when his lips left my breast, they started trailing kisses on my chest down to my abdomen. His warm tongue licking my stomach skin, his hands went to the zipper on my Jean short and after he had zipped it down, I adjusted my body and he easily slid the jeans off my body. My G-string came into full display and without taking his lips from my tommy, Ron ripped it off. I giggled in excitement.

THE SOUND OF us kissing reminds me of how I drowned myself in euphoria. The heat is enough for me to lose my sanity. Lucien let out a manly moan as he kiss and licks the part of my skin where he placed his mark. "Ahh..." A moan of bliss escaped my mouth when his lips found my breasts, kissing them alternately. I didn't even notice that I'm already naked. Lucien's other hand is sensually caressing my waist and I flinched when I felt his fingers playing with the nub between my thighs.

The way their gazes clouded told me they were speaking through the mindlink. Riven took off his pants. His dick throbbed freely, heavy and demanding. He grabbed my thighs, pulling me closer to him, spreading me just enough. Then he used the dick to strike my clits slowly. Once. Twice. He slipped just the tip in and pulled it out again. Over and over. Each time testing my patience, dragging a frustrated whimper from my throat. He was teasing me on purpose. Making me feel every inch of anticipation. My patience was almost gone.

Richard offered, caressing her white skin, gently fiddling with it, a surge of anger wen t to me as he did that She giggled giving her consent, the sound making all the boys around to flush and look at her obsessively, wanting to do nothing but to rip her clothes off and make love to her Richard plaid his time, the teacher was going to be in the classroom soon, he decided to fast track his game ”Can I get your number?” Using the same lame pickup line every lame guy has used in history