Dross Nsfw Mga Nobela at Kwento

Come on! The masked man suddenly began standing up without averting his gaze. I tried to scream as loud as I can, but my jaw just trembled, and my voice failed me. What's happening?! I feel cold and I am literally shaking with fear. The man took a crooked step toward me. I couldn't step back nor escape; my eyes started to well up with tears. He took another step and shifted his weight to one side. My feet are still pinned to the ground, and this time, I’m weeping. He took another step and almost tripped. The hooded man draws closer and closer. I'm just frozen. God, I'm done for. He raised his hand and I saw that he was holding a peculiar-looking weapon. It was the same size as a knife, but t

When I'm working as a deliveryman, I receive a delivery order from a hotel. As I look at the bag of adult toys in my hand, I can't help but snicker knowingly. "Youngsters nowadays sure are wild in bed." The moment I open the hotel room door and see my girlfriend, Natalie Brooks, I feel as though all color has been drained from my face. Natalie's work junior, Brandon Clark, laughs arrogantly in my face with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "How did that broke bastard track us down?" Natalie just frowns at me in displeasure. "Brandon helped me secure many projects at work. His only wish is that he gets to spend a night with a woman. "This is nothing but physical collision between

“Good. Because I’ve been losing my mind watching you sit across from Tiziano tonight, pretending to be his future bride while I know exactly how you sound when you come on my cock.” Heat rushes through me. I kiss him harder, pressing my body against his. “Then remind me who I really belong to.” Silvano lifts me effortlessly and carries me toward the bed. We fall onto it together, mouths fused, hands desperate. He pushes the silk slip up my thighs and groans when he finds me already wet for him. But just as he lowers his head between my legs, a sharp sound shatters the moment. A loud crash echoes from downstairs — glass breaking, followed by heavy footsteps that definitely do not belong to Ro

Drax steps out of it and kicks it to the side. He reciprocates and reaches for her jeans and unlocks it. He pulls down the zipper, and lowers pants, stopping halfway—around her knee. Then, in several stepping motions, Rissa pulls down her pants using her legs, and kicks it to the side, and her smooth, curvy backside fully comes into view. They pace around the room randomly as they kiss, while exploring each other’s body with their hands. Drax massages her ass gently, then he brings his hands forward and slowly slips it into her dampened panties to meet her wet pussy.

AUTHOR'S P.O.V. Drax lay naked on the king-size bed. The aromatic layers of hashish smoke were suspended in the still air and a bottle of vodka, and three glasses sat on the bedside table. Three women lay naked with him. He moaned and whipped his head back as his whores did their work. One of the women, an auburn-haired girl, revolved her breast around his moaning, moving face, one was sucking on his nipple, while the other one kneaded his erection. Drax was experiencing sexual ecstasy when the telephone jarred loudly, interrupting them.

The contrast of his calloused palms on my sensitive skin made me cry out. “You've been dreaming about this?” he asked, pulling my shin up to meet his eyes. “Yes,” I gasped as his thumb circled my nipple. “What did you dream? Tell me.” “I dreamed... you'd suck them. Hard. That you'd bite them a little. That you'd make me cry out.” My tongue kept spilling every dirty fantasy I’d harbored. “That you'd then push me down, rip my robe off and just.. look at me. Look at all of me before you.. before you…”

The air felt thick, charged with the scent of my arousal still lingering from the dildo and my fingers. He was breathing heavier now, that massive bulge in his joggers straining visibly, the outline thick and long enough to make my pussy clench involuntarily. “Matilda... you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re asking,” he said, voice low and rough, but he didn’t back away. His gaze dropped to my heaving tits, barely contained by the pulled-up gown, nipples hard and begging.

What kind of mafia he is, scrunching my face I look at curtains when a familiar voice echoed in the room making me flinch. "You can't climb down even if you use all these curtains and bedsheet", I turn around only to find Adrin walking near me with a coffee in his hand. I look at him confused as I tried to remember last name incidents. And the blurred image of me doing weird things on street flush in my mind making me close my eyes in embarassement. Have you ever do weird things in front of your crush. That feeling....... i groan internally Aghhhh! Shit, I'm not going to drink ever.

As I was searching through the draws I felt heat on my back and looked over my shoulder to see Dragus looming behind me. "Hello doll" he purred, his eyes flashing as he drank me in. I turned to face him, clutching my towel to me to make sure it didn't fall. Dragus noticed this and reached out to snag my hand away from the bunched up material and in doing so, the towel fell to the ground leaving me standing bare in front of Dragus, His eyes flashed like fire as he trailed his hand between my breast and over my nipple. He took a step forward which pushed me back into the draws behind me. He put his hand around my throat and tilted my head up so I could look at him. The next second his mouth wa

What kind of mess I am in now? ***************