Filthy Dramione Novels & Stories

“Power requires witness. Fertility requires sacrifice. And because I want them to see exactly who this perfect young body belongs to now.” He pressed two fingers harder against my clit, rubbing in tight circles until my legs trembled. I grabbed his suit jacket to stay upright. “You’re already dripping for it, aren’t you?” His voice dropped even lower. “My filthy little niece. Been touching yourself thinking about your uncle’s cock while your father was dying downstairs. Such a dirty girl.” A broken moan escaped me. I was so close again right there on the edge from nothing but his hand and his filthy words. Darius suddenly pulled his hand away. I nearly cried at the loss.

he rasped, his large, calloused hand reaching beneath my stomach to violently drag his fingers back over my swollen, drenched clit with every brutal pump of his hips. “You’re a filthy little addiction, babygirl, and I’m going to drain every last drop of your sweet slick.” I couldn't even ask for more. I couldn't form words, couldn't think, couldn't breathe. My eyes twitched toward the ceiling in sheer sensory overload as his massive dick stretched my walls to their absolute limit, going so deep it felt like he was rearranging my insides. My knees buckled, my elbows trembled on the wet edge of the tub, and my plush body shook under the sheer violence of his passion.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

With a sigh, Julia got up and came around to where Damon was standing. Bree’s thick ass cheek blocked the majority of the mess until she was standing right beside him, then she could see a truly disgusting sight. White cum was smeared from the bottom of Bree’s pussy to midway up her crack. It reminded Julia of one of those Rorschach inkblot tests, except that the ink was actually cum and the folded paper was actually a large ass crack. “She needs all that cum cleaned off her ass and pussy,” Damon said, “and I want you to do it with your tongue.”

The warm, sticky fluid felt filthy and delicious as it slowly dripped down the curve of my ass and onto the floor. My heavy tits rose and fell with every ragged breath. They were already streaked with drying semen from earlier loads, my hard nipples glistening under the low living room lights. My face was a complete disaster — mascara running in thick black rivers down my cheeks, lips swollen and shiny with spit and cum, hair plastered wildly to my sweaty forehead and neck. I looked exactly like what I had become tonight: Liam’s once-sweet girlfriend turned into a filthy, shared gangbang princess.

Stephanie’s POV Not one cell of my body is strong enough to kick for a minute. I'm literally burned out, naked, almost buried in the pool of my squirt… our squirt, and Damien’s cum. “Lovely job, ladies.” He heaves a loud sigh while dumping the last of his shit on us. His cum is like grease on my skin, warm and filthy and roughly layered. The sleek slimy fluid glides down my nakedness, sharpening the feel of climax that still shoots through my veins. As it glides down my body, it dulls out.

A heavy, thick stream of mixed cum and juices immediately gushes out of my stretched pussy, running down my inner thighs in warm, sticky rivers. I roll over onto my back, my legs still trembling and spread wide, exposing my dripping, cum-filled center to the cameras. Leo stands over me, his chest covered in sweat and oil, his softening cock still dripping a final few white drops onto my stomach. I look directly into the lens, my face flushed, a messy, satisfied smile stretching across my swollen lips. “Cut! Print it! That’s a wrap on Episode 4!” the director screams, jumping out of his chair. “Phenomenal job, everyone. That is going to break the internet for the holidays.”

When Val looks back, he almost forgets everything in the city and his maids when this innocent girl broke his promise not to play bad boy again. Her deep dimples on both sides of her cheeks made her look cute and irresistible. She was wearing a duster as he saw in a movie when a girl got pregnant. Her skin tone was perfect, a true Filipina shade, morena beauty. Her body's petite shape made him more excited to throw her on the bed. He likes small girls with huge tits and butt. He blush in shame when she spoke. He gulped his saliva by staring at her natural beauty. "I'm so sorry for being naive." He replied and the girl smiled at him.

I called his name amidst my whimpers while I wriggled as every single drop of my milky liquid left my cunt. "Yes baby... There, wet my fucking fingers. Drip for daddy and I'm going to lick your sweet cum off my fingers." I let out shaky breaths coming down from my high and enjoying Angel's dirty talks which he whispered in my ear while thrusting slowly in and out of my pussy.

I bit my finger to stop my saliva from dripping and watched how he stirred my p*ssy. I was disappointed when he removed his finger and lifted it. “Look how sticky your cum is. It's like a lube.” He was playing with the sticky thing in his hand now that he got inside my p*ssy. While he was doing that, I lowered my legs and then leaned against the car window and door and lay halfway down.