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“From the very first weekend you moved in. You were prancing around in those tiny sleep shorts that barely covered your ass. I jerked off in the shower at least three times that week imagining spreading your legs and burying my face in your pussy. Kept telling myself it was wrong but fuck, the fantasy wouldn’t leave me alone.” I laughed and playfully slapped his chest before reaching over to the coffee table to grab the bowl of snacks. “We’re both terrible people. Here, open your mouth.” I fed him a piece of chocolate and took one for myself, the sweetness mixing with the dirty feeling still buzzing between my legs.

I rasped out, my body becoming overly sensitive to my touch causing a sharp shiver to course through me. “Fuck, yes,” he said through clenched teeth, the veins on his forehead and arms popping. He parted his lips, his palms moving at an obscene pace, back hunched forward as he chased his high. “Shit, you're so hot” I said, my legs moving towards him. “Let me clean up that dirty asshole” I said without thinking, dropping to my knees before him while he turned around so wuick offering me his asshole. I spread open his ass and stuck my tongue straight into his salty ass, swallowing once.

She spins around and drops to her knees in the puddle of our mess, looking up at me with those mascara-streaked, tear-filled eyes. "More, Caleb? Let me worship it… Clean your cock with my throat, fuck my face till I choke and puke! I’m your greedy, crying slutty sister, use me again!" I grab her chin hard, my thumb forcing her mouth wide open as I stroke my still-throbbing cock, veins bulging, glistening with her juices and my cum. The whole room stinks of raw sex, sweat, squirt, and thick seed. She stares up at me, blubbering, tongue hanging out like a desperate, broken little dog ready for more.

It’s been three days since I started talking to Jason on my socials, he asks questions trying to know more about me. Asking about my family, where I am from, where I’m based. Coincidentally, we stay in the same city, just few miles away from each other. He spams me with his pictures, always shirtless, and he has nice worked out abs and chest. He also has a cute face, and a nice voice. We make midnight calls, talking for hours, mostly dirty talks. Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos.

I could still hear her laughing as I escaped. Crazy woman. The second I shut my door, I dropped dramatically on my bed and groaned into my pillow. This was a disaster. A complete disaster. My phone buzzed. I rolled over and grabbed it from my nightstand. It was a text from Selene. SELENE — Ashford Dirty Pot just posted a picture of you and Mr. Sexy Psychopath kissing. I zoomed in on the picture. It was clear we were eating each other's faces. But at the same time… it felt real.

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

In fact I think I was dreaming right now because this can't be real. But it didn't seem like a dream anymore when Nikolai’s slow, filthy grin spread first. “Well, fuck,” he rasped, voice rough with hunger. “Merry late Christmas to us.” Jaxon’s gaze was ice and fire, his voice lethally quiet. “Looks like we interrupted something important.” Dante stepped forward, eyes narrowing as they swept over me without missing anything, over the soaked sheets, over my trembling thighs and over my slick, aching cunt before he spoke.

I suck him eagerly, tasting my own pussy and all their cum on his cock, the dirty flavor turns me on even more. Theo spanks my ass hard with every deep thrust, turning my skin bright red. “I want this pussy dripping constantly for the rest of the weekend. Every time you walk, I want our cum running down your legs, you are our personal slut now.” The constant pounding and dirty words push me over the edge again, I scream around Xane’s cock as another powerful orgasm rips through me, my legs shake violently and my pussy milks Theo’s thick cock. Theo does not slow down, he keeps destroying my pussy until he groans deeply and floods me with his second massive cum. When he finally pulls out, a hu

My pussy clamps on him, my legs lock around his waist, and my moan comes out strangled and thin from his grip and the orgasm pulses through me until my vision sparks. He lets go of my throat and I gasp and he spits in my mouth. Warm and wet landing on my tongue and I swallow without thinking. The filth of it sends a jolt between my legs. "Again," I say, opening my mouth wider. He spits in my mouth again and I hold it on my tongue this time, showing him, and his eyes go dark and a groan tears out of him. He kisses me with his own spit in my mouth and the kiss is wet and filthy, his cock is still inside me and his hand is still on my throat.