Novel & Cerita Exo Dirty Imagines

“I’m yours…. fuck, I’m yours, you psychotic bastard!” Dex groaned, very much satisfied. His pace turned erratic as he chased his release. Finally giving attention to his husband's abandoned cock and stroke in time with his thrusts until Elian came first with a shattered cry, spilling over Dex’s fist and his own stomach. The sight pushed Dex over the edge. With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep and came hard, filling Elian with pulse after pulse of hot cum. For a long minute, the only sounds were their ragged breathing.

Ellie’s P.O.V. The moment I looked up, my heart paused. That man was not old. He wasn’t weak, fragile, or anything like the rumors surrounding Zackary Walton. The young man standing near the door looked handsome in a way that felt illegal. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a black shirt with the top buttons undone. And those eyes… Amber! Not soft golden brown, but deep amber that glowed under the dim lights like something wild hiding beneath a human’s skin.

It still had that sick yellow paint and the white on the pillars were beginning to wash off, the painting of a phoenix on the the left side of the building was beginning to fade away a reminder that the one who painted it no longer existed. Taking a deep breath I walk to the door, my hands finding the bell. After two or three rings the door opened with so much force I thought it was going to come off. The one who opened the door had an angry look on her face, her hair looked like a bird's nest, her clothes were so dirty she smelled like alcohol and vomit, black circles underneath her eyes and a cigarette stick in between her lips. "Still drink mama T?" I asked coldly The lady gasped when she

But as Emily stared at the clothes, knowing she had no other choice, she reached into her handbag and pulled out a shiny black debit card, catching everyone's attention. The room fell silent as the audience gasped in disbelief. "Is that..." "Eotteoke?" "No, tell me I'm dreaming." Emily's card was a shiny black debit card, exclusive to the wealthiest individuals in the country. Only the top richest people possessed such cards. Stephanie's smirk quickly faded as she felt a pounding headache coming on. How did Emily acquire such a card? The realization that even she, the self-proclaimed queen of the entertainment industry, didn't possess one left her astounded. Her "slaves" were equally shocked

Perfect. I packed my hair up in a messy bun and then went to bed. I positioned myself in a sexy way as I waited for Brandon to come out of the bathroom. I wasn't afraid to go another round that night as I would never have enough of Brandon. He was different—the kind of calm man I had wished for. I picked up my phone and clicked on the photos application. I scrolled down until I got to a file named ‘my exes’ one by one, I began deleting their pictures, the memories of my time with them flashing through my mind like bad music.

Franklin stood up, looking from me to Durelo. "What happened?" He asked. "The drug was too strong and you fell into a deep sleep after taking it," I explained. "Shit I thought Durelo gave me some poison," He said lightly and we laughed it off. "How do you feel now?" "Like burning down a city," he said, and we cheered. "Great!" I could not believe we were laughing and having fun at a time like this, and if anything, I liked it. Durelo went round, looking for somehow to sit. He stopped suddenly, looking at a spot with a confused expression on his face.

Who was this version of him? Meanwhile, the ponytail guy—who was clearly loving every second—had not once looked at me. I decided to clear my throat, hoping to get a little attention. “Oh… oh wow,” he stammered, finally noticing me. His eyes widened as if he had just discovered gold. “Hi, I’m Endrik.” He reached out his hand and held it out to me. I placed mine in his. “Daisy,” I said with a polite smile. “Oh, what a lovely name for a lovely girl,” he said. His voice was way too happy, and when I tried to pull my hand back, he didn’t let go right away. He held it a second too long.

He picked up on the first ring. "The fallout is even better than we projected, Marissa," Dante said, his voice brimming with professional satisfaction. "Investors are fleeing. By next week, we can buy the remains of Silver Silk for pennies. You won." "I want to go to Vance Fashion House, Dante," I said, my voice flat and certain. The silence on the other end was heavy. "For what? To watch the roof cave in? Marissa, you’ve done your part. Stay home. Focus on Sebastian."

Roxy’s POV The fucking fat dildo rams into my widened asshole, breaking my fragile walls, opening me up like a roadside bitch. I feel something snap… Raw… like soft flesh breaking. Bloody HELL! “Ah!!! Fuck!!!” I cry, floating in the air, helpless, a slave to a boss who’s now a monster. “My fucking asshole…” I sniffle. It doesn't stop, nor does it give me a chance to breathe. The dildo pulls a bit and rams in, harder, faster, milking my cunt with each action, draining my soul.

Hence, before the meeting, Darryl secretly took the chance to produce an Imaginative Image Pill. The Imaginative Image Pill was an elixir that could transform an ugly person into a pretty or handsome person. When Lily got poisoned by the Sect Master of Incandescent Sect, Matteo, she became so ugly that she wanted to end her life. To cure her face, Darryl had roamed through the entire Nine Mainland.