Dirty Thirty Book Novels & Stories

“Ooooh… too much ahhh… Alex… your cock is destroying me…” “You love it,” he growled, voice husky. “Love getting fucked like a secret whore in a public fitting room. Say it.” “I love it—ahhhh! I love your cock ruining me oooh god, I’m cumming again!” My third orgasm ripped through me, weaker but longer, leaving me sobbing with pleasure. Alex followed right after, groaning my name as he pumped the last of his load deep inside me. We cleaned up as best we could, wiping cum from my thighs, though plenty stayed inside me. My legs were jelly. My skirt barely covered the mess.

, I asked reaching to touch his hand. He pulled away. "Don't touch me with that filty hand of yours", he said. I chuckled, "My hands are filthy? you know it's funny because you're the one who has been doing drugs, running an illegal oil company and trafficking kids for years using the company as a cover up but I suck cock and I'm filty" He looked at me with shock "How did you-"

The book was also filled with weird rules and things I don’t think we as workers need to know. Like the way grumpy guy likes his coffee and the things that we do that annoys him. Apparently, saying the words literally when the thing isn’t literal makes him wants to go crazy. He hates the color yellow and that wasn’t surprising at all. He probably likes grey and black and white and soulless colors that match his own disgustingly black soul that’s always put to destroy innocent people on his path. Have I not made a huge mistake like this? Can’t wait to tell George all this shit when I get home.

“You’re such a dirty fucking cousin. I hate you… but I can’t stop.” She flipped me onto my back again and climbed on top in a scissoring position, our pussies pressed tight together, clits rubbing frantically. We were both soaked, the wet sounds loud and obscene. Our tits bounced as we fucked each other, hands grabbing, nails digging, mouths crashing together in messy kisses. “I’m gonna cum again,” I gasped. “Cum with me, you nasty bitch,” Lila moaned. “Cum on your cousin’s pussy.” We came together; screaming, shaking, squirting all over each other’s thighs and the floor. The orgasm was so intense.

I do not tolerate tardiness. I closed the laptop and took in a shaky breath. My panties were incredibly soaked

We all met up in Zahra’s room since she was the only one who didn’t care if someone ate on the bed, while the rest of us hated even the littlest bit of dirt on our sheets. “So, what’s this new piece of gossip that’s got you so excited,” Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together.

The rest of us took her lead and seated ourselves around the basement, Jonie and Mitch together on the couch with the rest of us finding chairs. “I’m not exactly sure. Whatever it was had to do with their personal dirt.” “Personal dirt?” “When the Dirt blows in, it brings with it everybody’s personal dirt.” “What do you mean?” “Those things in our lives that we’d like to stay buried, forgotten, in other words, our personal dirt. Here’s mine.” She went over to the computer and jiggled the mouse, dismissing the screensaver. Underneath the screensaver was the F******k page of a man in his late forties.

Damian holds my hand as I slowly stand up from the bed on wobbly legs and follow him out for the room and to our own. "That was a good sex. Grazie," I say as he closes our playroom door. "I'm so proud of you. You took three different dicks so well," he says as he lays down on the bed and pulls me to cuddle him. "None of them were even you," I say and he lets out a small laugh. I frown when I realise that means I've just had sex with three different men and none of them were my boyfriend. I'm a whore. "Why are you sad?" He asks and makes me look up at him.

Thirty Dirty cards of sin >>>>>>> I placed the last gym suit into the locker before slamming it shut. It has been three days since I last ran into Lord Axel and ever since then, I have tried my possible best to avoid the beach side. The thought of Lord Axel alone just seem to drive me crazy with the touch of that night, remember in a drunk mind all come to play in my mind just as I heard a quick movement behind me. I turned around to see Gregson standing down the corridor. He is that one all-so- good guy in the neighborhood Mauryn has been trying to matchmake me with ever since.

“You don’t know shit about what I’ve built or what I’ve lost. You think your little bookstore is the center of the universe? Grow up. The world doesn’t stop for rose bushes and storytime.” She yanked free, but didn’t step back. Their bodies were inches apart, rain pouring between them. “And you think money fixes everything? That you can just take what you want and call it progress? You’re empty. Cold. The second this deal’s done, you’ll forget I existed.”