Dirty Snap Stickers Novels & Stories

He removed his now slick fingers from her nub, watching his glossy fingers. She exhaled, letting her shaky breathe out, thinking for a brief moment that it was finally over. Only that it wasn't. His hand came briskly back to land a hard slap on her already sensitive flesh. She immediately closed her thighs as a scream left her mouth, her head fell back to absorb the immeasurable pleasure pulsing across her body in the most painful way possible.

I look straight into the camera, cum sticky and warm on my lips and cheeks, chest heaving, pussy still throbbing and dripping. “Happy... fucking... Thanksgiving, bitches.”

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Soonie noticed too, her breath hitching as he reached forward again, this time slower, and brushed his thumb along the ink. It flaked. A sticker. A damn sticker. The realization hit like cold water. His anger faltered, his hand lowering. “What the hell…” he muttered. Soonie jerked her wrist away, her voice shaking. “It’s not real. I got it for a charity event the company did days ago. It's a temporary ink tattoo for the children’s hospital. It washes off. The real one’s on my shoulder, not my wrist.” Damon stared at her, guilt and disbelief crashing into each other.

The door swung open and I almost dropped both fucking pizza boxes. There she stood — a thick, hot-as-fuck older BBW MILF who had to be twice my age. My eyes dragged slowly up her body like I was in a trance. She was rocking 4-inch black stiletto heels that made her legs look endless, dark curly blonde hair spilling past her shoulders, and long, fake red nails that screamed “I get fucked.” Her lips were painted the same deep slutty red, and she was sucking on a long Virginia Slim 120 like it was a cock. She wore tight animal-print latex leggings that hugged every thick inch of her massive thighs and fat juicy ass, and a skimpy black tube top that was barely containing two enormous tits. Her f

"You need something desperately, otherwise you wouldn't be standing in front of me looking like a stray dog that got kicked out." "Go straight to the point, Archer." "I'm making you an offer you would love." He pulled out his phone from his jacket, swiped, and turned the screen to me. The photo showed the club's lower level. Red light and a stage with a pole and men dancing in the background. Most were shirtless. "Male stripper," Archer said. "We're short-staffed. And I'll pay you five thousand a month. Minimum. More on good nights in this city." He paused, watching my face, looking for a reaction. "You learn the routines in two weeks. You're young and lean. You'll pick up fast." Five thousa