Dirty Sex Jokes の小説・ストーリー

“My ex used to talk so dirty when I fúcked her like that. Told me she felt like a total slut. Drove me fúcking crazy.” I let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know what was in that weed, man, but I’m so horny I could get off just talking like this.” He slapped my thigh. “Dude, same. This isn’t weird, right?” “No, just... guys talking about sex.” Even I didn’t believe myself. We lit another joint and sank deeper into the floor. The p**n kept playing. “Holy shít. I'm so horny right now,” I laughed. My voice cracked with tension.

After a short rest, they took me again in the shower—pressed against the tiles, water cascading over us as they took turns fucking me standing up, then both at once in a messy, intense double penetration that left me sobbing with pleasure. By the time we finally collapsed back on the ruined bed hours later, I was sore, exhausted, and completely satisfied. Cum leaked from every hole. The room reeked of sex. Julian pulled me against his chest, kissing my forehead. “This is just the beginning of the weekend, Leena.” Oliver spooned me from behind, hand possessively between my legs. “Round four after breakfast?” I smiled, floating in bliss. Our dirty little secret was wide open, and I never wante

I grasped my cock and pushed it into her panties. Her pussy slurped the moment I teased it. My dick poured out more precum. This was terrible. I mean, it was amazing, but I had no idea how I was going to last five seconds when we did the dirty deed. And the talk about health bills was rubbish. We'd already done enough to get a whole big list of STIs. Not that I cared. She could shoot me in the femur for real, and I'd be grateful.

“He’ll be out of town for weeks. And… he wants to try phone sex.” “Oh.” I grinned. “Vintage. Love that.” She gave me a flat look. “It’s not funny. I don’t get it. I mean, I’ve never really done that, and dirty talk just… feels kind of dumb. Like I don’t get how people even do it without laughing.” I couldn’t help smirking. “You want me to teach you how to talk filthy over the phone?” She blushed hard and mumbled, “Kind of.” “Babe, my dirty talk has made grown men whimper. I once turned a girl with a boyfriend into a moaning mess with nothing but a voice note.”

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.

Loud, wet squelching, skin slapping skin, my desperate moans, their dirty talk. “You’re such a greedy little birthday slut,” Jax growled, pounding into me harder. “Taking two cocks in your ass like the damn slut you're!.” They switched positions again. This time Diego and Kyle double-penetrated me while Clinton and Jax used my mouth. My hole was a sloppy, stretched-out wreck, gaping every time they pulled out before both cocks slammed back in. I came hands-free the first time, shooting across my own stomach while two thick cocks stretched me open. They didn’t stop. They kept fucking me through it until I came a second time, weaker but just as intense.

I growled and snapped at him. Dumb hooked his hand into the waist of my shorts and yanked them off, he tossed them over his shoulder. He started to push my sweatshirt up. Dirty said, "Open your mouth wide bitch." He had opened the front of his jeans, his cock was in his hand, he was stroking it. Dumb grabbed me by my hair, "Yeah, open wide baby. You're gonna get a mouthful." He laughed. He yanked my hair hard and my mouth opened as I screamed. Dirty pushed his disgusting cock into my mouth.

he continued, “look at you raising your ass to meet my smacks, do you enjoy getting smacked like a dirty slut?” Hmm? I didn’t know that he was such a talker. That he could talk this dirty during sex. With him, sex was just an endless thrusting session with no talks at all, it was brutal and feral and ravaging but this? The way he was talking dirty like this? It was unexplainable. “You haven’t answered me,” another smack, “do you enjoy getting smacked like a dirty little slut?” “Yes,” I whimpered in my utterly aroused state, “yes please.”

“A whore who comes just from taking cock in her ass. Look how you’re dripping on the sofa… look at that puddle, you slut. It’s gonna smell like sex in here until next month. Anyone who walks into this apartment will know a bitch got her ass wrecked here yesterday.” She laughed between moans—a dirty, shameless laugh, the kind that escapes between sobs of pleasure. The laughter made her whole body shake, clamping even tighter around his cock inside her rectum. “Then come inside…” she begged, voice broken, almost desperate. “Fill my ass with hot cum… I want to feel it dripping when I sit on the bus tomorrow. I want to get off at the stop with your load leaking out of my ass, soaking my pants, l