Drarry Memes Dirty Novels & Stories

"That's why you should never click on a l**k in an email or a message." Drake clicked about for a second, typing so fast his fingers seemed to blur. "Oh jeez," he said at last, wincing at the screen. "It's like amateur hour on Pornhub." Dailey felt her face flush with shame. It wouldn't have been much better if the pictures were decent, but they were terrible. The angles and poses made her look both chunky and so slutty she was almost a caricature of a bad porn star. "I know, they are awful," Dailey said. "Just please, please delete them all."

NO 🍆! Me: AW, COME ON! U DON’T NEED ME FOR THAT! UR A CATCH 🐟😂 Darren: AWW, UR SWEET, BUT SERIOUSLY, IT’S LIKE THE VIBE HAS TOTALLY DRIED UP AROUND HERE. NOBODY’S BITING. AND BELIEVE ME, I’M CASTING THE NET FAR AND WIDE. EVEN 🍑! Me: LOL! THIS IS A 1ST. ME GETTING 🍆 WHILE U HAVE NONE!

I can’t help it, a low, dry laugh slips out, completely out of place, and instantly I feel all eyes on me. “Something funny?” she asks. “No,” I reply quickly, “just… nothing.” Mateo doesn’t say anything, but I notice it, he’s tense, uncomfortable, just as unenthusiastic as I am, even if he hides it better, like he doesn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing this affects him too. “Lucas,” Mark says, “what happened to your face?” “Hockey,” I answer without hesitation, “it was a game.”

Spit and precum drool down her chin in thick ropes, onto her tits, mixing with milk in a filthy cocktail. “Fuck, look at you,” I snarl, hips rolling. “Drooling like a cock-sleeve, tits spraying like a busted faucet. You love this, don’t you? Love being my little milk-whore.”

We stayed joined against the wall until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking down my leg made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence of him

“But you struck it better than me … my kids are having a psycho daddy.” “Oh!” Mel punches his arm, light but sharp. “You’re not THAT bad.” “Huh?” His brow knits, pure confusion flashing across his face. Then his eyes widen, a flicker of panic breaking through before he looks away, as if to hide a slip. “Well, at least you’re not as sick as this raping, murdering bunch,” I say. “They’re just as sick as that Darren dude …” Lee chucks. Damion gasps and takes on the color of a clean hospital sheet. Lee stops chewing.

"One last one for the road. She shattered under his touch, a quick, sharp orgasm rippling through her, pussy clenching on nothing, juices slicking his fingers. Jax grinned, feral and satisfied, bringing them to his mouth for a final taste. SLUT SQUAD!! If you are reading this, you're pronounced "Dirty Slut Seeker" part of the Dirty Slut Seekers! We all have fantasies don't we? Bet your cock's throbbing, or your pussy's soaked right now, panties shoved aside as you read every single filthy fuck dream. Did you edge or cum untouched, or touch yourself? Drop your own fantasies here, readers. Tell me in the comments: What would you do if you were Zelda right now? Beg for more? Spill your dirtiest

The Offer Jae's POV The sun hurt my eyes. I opened them slowly and regretted it. Light cut through the window. My head pounded with every heartbeat. My mouth tasted like garbage. I lay still, staring at the crack in the ceiling. Nothing ever changed in this room. But I had. Yesterday I let my stepbrother jerk me off in a janitor's closet. Yesterday I came in his hand and bit his shoulder so I wouldn't scream And then he said it didn't mean anything.

He praised me the whole time—dirty, loving words tumbling out. “Such a perfect little cocksucker. Look at you—drooling all over Daddy’s cock. You love choking on it, don’t you? My good girl. My filthy angel.” I pulled off with a wet pop—gasping for air—strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening length. “Want more,” I panted. “Want to feel you between my tits.” His eyes darkened further. “Then do it, pet. Use those pretty breasts for Daddy.”

As I came down from my high, smiling at the sight of semen all over my Mafia Daddy's hands, the door pushed open. "What the fuck?" Darren stood there, his eyes widened and staring down at me like a freak of nature.