Novel & Cerita Dirty Rowdy Thing

He looked up and smiled at me. “Have a good night?” I asked him. “We talked, that is it,” Aiden replied. I raised an eyebrow at him and he explained. I think that is the first time that he hasn’t gone to a woman's room and not fucked her. Aiden is like a brother to me but he is what Kyaria calls a man whore. The first time she said that I just about fell off the couch laughing. Aiden just sat there pouting and it was funny as hell. Trevor and Eli had tears running down their faces. Hell, even Dru cracked a smile. It takes a lot to get him to crack a smile.

“Baby, we’re two crazy people that are into some really kinky stuff. You being into my best friend isn’t even near the top of the list of crazy things we’ve done and you know it.” He’s right. Of course I know he’s right. Noah and I are a pretty adventurous couple and there’s little we haven’t experimented. We’ve gone to a sex club once where everyone fucked out in the open, picked up a stripper one time because I thought she was hot and brought her back to our hotel where we had a threesome, and even gone to an exhibitionist club where nothing short of a hundred people watched Noah filled all my holes with his cum that night. So, yeah, we have indulged in things the average person would rais

I am going to be the cause of his death, that's for sure. And who knows? The story might even be on Dateline - The wife goes crazy by all of her husband's bullshit and hacks him to death. I grumble to myself and finish half the pack of breadsticks by the time Rowan walks out in a pair of sweatpants, his torso bare. My eyes widen at the sight, losing control over them for a second as they take in everything they can before I force them back to his face. And he is clearly enjoying my reaction by the smirk plastered on his face.

he growled low and deep, hot breath coming out in sharp bursts from his nostrils. I gulped, nodding frantically as my eyes returned to the screen. I watched in horror as the black man grabbed the sub by his cock, stroking it as if he was beckoning on him to coke but he wasn't moving. The sub just knelt weakly, eyes struggling to stay open as his cock was being fisted rough and fast, tiny shivering cries escaping his plump lips. I gulped as the unbelievably hot side, my nose flaring with each breath.

My eye cuts toward a window and I see it is now dark outside, I guess I knew but it didn’t fully register. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, take my cock down your throat like a good little wolf,” Rowan barks, thrusting into my throat. I choke and do all I can to relax. His piercing cuts my cheek and the smell of blood flitters into my nose. I had quite a lot of human blood this morning, and I can only pray I don’t have a frenzy. Especially with all the fairies like to be at the wedding. “My cum and your blood, swallow it all,” Rowan demands. I pump my shaft, impossibly hard at his words and precum fills my hand, more ready to spill over. I reach between his legs and grip his ass hard, and he fl

Had I died from overdosing her, I would have died a happy man. “She left,” Rowan grunted as he caught me staring at the booth again. “She wouldn't if you didn't ignore that other one.” I turned to him and gave him a meaningful look. I had been around dumb sluts and gold-diggers for far too long not to recognize one even from a distance. That blonde in the pink dress easily met both categories. Rowan chuckled and ran his fingers through his blond hair. “You could have stopped that redhead, you know? If you wanted to fuck her that badly, you could just—”

Kinks: gloryhole, multiple cocks, rough sex, exhibitionism Sara's heart thumped wildly in her chest as she and Mia entered the dimly lit, pulsing gloryhole bar. The heavy bass reverberated through the walls, vibrating every nerve ending in her body. The humid air hit her skin like a caress, carrying with it the scent of sex and taboo promises. It was their 27th birthday, and this was the ultimate gift they had fantasized about for months - a night of pure, anonymous indulgence.

What else was she supposed to do? The air of Sand Bar smelled of sex and whiskey. A group of rowdy men sat around a table, cards in hand, their laughter boisterous and reckless. Scantily dressed women clung to them, whispering sweet nothings, their fingers tracing over their muscles. The dimmed lights and loud music offered just enough cover for secrets to be whispered and deals to be made.

"Christine! Christine! You're my slut! Your mother is nothing compares to you. You're my slut! My daughter is a slut!" "Dad, aah! Ahh! You're also ah, a son of a bitch! Aah!" On top of the table, the two people's reckless sex was rampant as various lewd illustrations laid underneath them, some even faded due to sweat, sexual fluids, and saliva. Outside, people were shaking their heads. A few chuckling, and a few looking forward to their turns. ~~~ "Stitching is interesting but it's not compatible with me," Misty sighed.

Russell barks out. We have scowling faces on now, and even though I know this is some shitty thing to say, but I know it has to come out at some point this evening. "What do we do with stubborn women like them?" I demand. "Punish them of course. If you all are open dominants, we could all watch then get punished. Voyeurism us a kink I have. I don't mind exhibitionism too, my wife has got nice titties to hide," Rio says and we all laugh at him.