Romans & histoires Filthy Dramione

His head snaps to the side, and I watch him grip the door frame tighter. "Don’t you dare call her that disgusting name again. You’re the whore here. Fucking your ex-girlfriend’s younger sister just to get back at her? That’s so sick, dude. You’re unwell, and you need medical–" I drag Dex back by his arm when Sam raises his head, his eyes red with that familiar fury.

abruptly, and his face turned black. It seemed that they were in a crisis of trust. "You idiot, if you want to monopolize me, you can say it directly. You don't need to be jealous." He used a teasing tone to cover up his ridicule and dissatisfaction with her. As soon as he finished his words, Sonia got up in a hurry, put her hands on her hips, glared at him and said angrily, "I'm not interested in you at all. I'm a neat freak. I hate it when you touch another woman and then come to touch me. Don't touch me again. You are dirty!" "So I should keep my integrity for you?" He turned around, with his head resting on one hand, and looked at her playfully. "It is a clean living. If you go out and

she says lazily. My blood chills. No, no, please don’t... don’t you fucking dare. I shake my head fast and hard, urging her not to do this. Mark turns toward her. “What does that mean?” She smirks and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “You’re still hoping to make money from the street? That’s old news. There are apps now. Daddies Kingdom, Daddies Underground, Sugar Babies, Domme Kingdom.” Mark squints, confused. “Can you say that in simple fucking terms?”

“Your sweet little cunt is giving me a goddamned bath. You sexy little sea nymph.” •••• GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI She enjoyed the verbal filth. His prim little princess—this was her truth. Daemonikai had always known, but now he felt every sinful thrill his filthy tongue evoked inside her. And gods, was it adorable. The way her shyness and wickedness tangled together. The way her pleasure flourished under his words. He kept his pace strong, drawing out her climax, lengthening it until she could barely breathe. Then his fangs dropped, sinking home.

I moaned loudly into Jake’s mouth, arching my back with pleasure. Anonymous fingers ripped my shorts down my legs in one swift motion. Cool air kissed my bare, dripping wet cunt. Two thick fingers immediately pushed deep inside me, curling roughly against my G-spot and making me cry out. “Goddamn, she’s soaking wet,” Dylan groaned with appreciation. “This pussy is fucking begging to be ruined by all of us tonight.”

“ Look at this pussy, so desperate and so weeping. Does my brother know that his innocent wife is being a good slut for me?” The degrading words didn't turn me on, if anything, they made my stomach clench and pussy throb harder. “ Roman please… I want to pee!” I screamed, something devastatingly destructive building inside me. Roman chuckled before pulling away, his fingers withdrawn making me feel empty. I groaned in protest. “ If I let you cum so fast, what's the fun in that?”

The sound of morning from a p**n movie played in the background. He opened his mouth, whimpering loudly while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He came. His cum spraying on the bathroom floor with him bent over, his whole body shaking. I stood there, unmoved and uncertain of what to do. Because the man on the floor was none other than…. “Mark?” He shot up from the floor, his eyes widening in panic as they fell upon me. He looked a mess, scrambling with trousers and not caring about staining it with his release.

Third person POV: After thinking for a while about unknown attraction towards Savannah, Draco wiped his face and body thoroughly with fresh water and got out with a wrapped white cotton towel around his torso…. Outside was Jasmine who was waiting for him… she had now changed in new dry yet somewhat damped pair of clothing while there was a bowl of something that looked like paste of green colored powder in her hand… Draco’s eyes shifted toward bowl in her hand… he was about to ask her about it when Jasmine spoke “This is paste of basil leaves …. it…. will help you to keep your wound from turning worst … I would have treated you with freshly powdered turmeric but…. this the only thing I have

CHAPTER 2: BENT OVER THE BOSS’ DESK ELODIE’S POV “I’m your c-cum dumpster, sir,” I sob, the words humiliating and true. “Louder.” “I’M YOUR CUM DUMPSTER!” I scream. The filthiness of the words, the degradation, sends a fresh, hot flood of arousal soaking my bare thighs.

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.