Exo Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire . Chapter 127: . Isabella has had enough emotionless, lackluster sex to be able to easily imagine it—somehow being convinced by a made-up partner to try something like this, only to have it be absolute shit instead. And then, right when she’s about to throw in the towel and call it quits, the idea of this woman stepping out of the shadows, annoyed and frustrated at the inability of this nameless, faceless someone to give Isabella what she needs and offering to take their place, and Isabella, frustrated and annoyed on her own behalf, taking her up on it.

replied Alex while looking at Drake with a begging stare. “Yes, yes! A girl that I love. The first girl I loved!” replied Drake with irritable eyes. Alex was word-of-mouth, he was shocked and his eyes were wide open look at Drake. Drake looks furious, but from his eyes, a sharp stare in red dies can obviously see the pain, disappointment, and sadness in it. Alex is mute, silenced by the pain he sees from Drake’s eyes. “Now get your dirty hands out of my hands.” Said Drake as he pulled Alex’s hand.

“A dirty little slut for her step-dad. And you think a piece of plastic is going to satisfy this hunger?” I whimpered, my hand drifting down to my pussy, my fingers circling my clit in tight, desperate circles. I was so close. I imagined Dex then, Dex who would laugh at my toy. “Pathetic, princess,” Dex’s voice echoed in my fantasy. “You need a real man. You need someone to pin you down and fuck the innocence right out of you.” I slipped two fingers inside myself, mimicking what I thought Dex would do. I went rough, hard and fast. I fucked myself with my fingers, my hips bucking off the bed, the silk nightgown tangling around my waist.

The Dragons’ Paid Pussy Cordelia lay limp on the padded bench, her body a wreck of bruises, bite marks, handprints, and cum. Her pussy throbbed painfully, leaking a mixture of Jax’s thick seed and her own blood. Every breath hurt. Her mind was fractured, flashing images of scales rippling across his skin, eyes glowing gold, that monstrous ridged cock that had torn her open. They can’t be human. This isn’t possible. She tried to push the terrifying thoughts away. I’m just exhausted. Hallucinating from pain.

My own cock slapped against my stomach with every movement, leaking messily. Dex’s hands squeezed my ass, guiding me, helping me ride him harder. “That’s it. Fuck yourself on me. Look at you… so desperate for my cock.” I moaned louder, bouncing faster, the wet sounds of my slick hole taking him growing filthier. Dex’s eyes were locked on where we were joined, watching his cock disappear inside me again and again. “You’re so deep,” I gasped, head falling back. “Dex… I’m so close—”

I'm ready. Day 7, 11:39 PM - Me: I'm scared. Day 7, 11:40 PM - Adrien: Me too. But we're doing this together. And that makes all the difference. Day 7, 11:43 PM - Me: When this is over, when we've exposed Morgan, when Apex is destroyed, when we're safe what do we do? Day 7, 11:45 PM - Adrien: We go to that coffee shop. We order terrible coffee and amazing pastries. And we figure out who we are now. Who we want to be. Together.

His kisses took me to a place I had never been before, as if he had cast a spell within my mouth. Our bodies pressed heatedly against the wall, breathing heavily as our lips remained locked. I could taste the shared breath between us. Despite the loud, heavy rain outside, I could feel the thud of our combined heartbeat as we fumbled to remove each other’s clothes. The sounds of ripping fabric echoed in the dim room. He tore mine, and I tore his, both of us eager to reach something deeper, to do more.

Ero **** on the first date she confided in me i have a chromosomal disorder, disorder, disorder i need love and pain strangely mixed together my elixirs i suffer reality distoooorrtions a ghastly Vatican of ****** compulsions my soul is black matter my **** a seething cauldron of despicable desire my *** cries for homicidal cruelty mold me into a ******* fold me like a two dollar beach chair the wrong way tear me to bits unwind my intestine eat me like a blood ******* ghoul make me squirm like an anime victim i thought oh finally a soul mate with soul strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics hot girl creeping grimacing at me meandering conjurations by ****** contortions stunning

Argue with the wall, everyone. I’d rather argue with my fake cactus. And it barely cost me a dollar. @lowlightsdrex: ‘Hear me out, dim lights, waterbed and some slow music. Oh did I mention Drex Rhodes in that equation?’ @ruthlessdrex: ‘Drex, shirtless. I’’ll leave that here, girls. Go crazy, look it up, you’ll see the obsession.’ @dirtytalklevi: ‘My uterus just put on skates and asked for his jersey number. He’s so hot.’