Filthy Dramione Novels & Stories

My nose brushed his pelvis—throat working around his thickness until tears pricked my eyes. I held there—swallowing once—then pulled back slowly, dragging my tongue along every vein. “Fuck—yes—deeper, baby. Gag on it for me.” I did—taking him to the back of my throat again and again—messy, wet sounds filling the room. Saliva dripped down my chin, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be filthy for him. Wanted to wreck him the way he wrecked me. He praised me the whole time—dirty, loving words tumbling out.

Noah’s voice curled around me like smoke, low and teasing, thick with lust. “But I’ve been dying to know,” he said as he dragged his knuckles along my thigh, “who made you cum the hardest yesterday?” Heat rippled down my spine. My lips parted, but the answer caught in my throat. I looked between them, between the hungry eyes and the tension winding in their shoulders. “Honestly,” I murmured, swallowing hard, “it’s all so hazy. I can’t remember.” Dennis stepped closer, his body radiating purpose. “We need to remedy that right away, Doctor.”

Lila wasn't floating on an inflatable flamingo, no Bluetooth speaker blasting whatever playlist she’d been obsessed with last month. There was just a steady slosh of water. Maya rounded the corner of the patio and froze. Ethan was in the pool. He cut through the water in clean, powerful freestyle strokes. The water rolled off his back when he reached the far wall, flipped, and pushed off again. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, droplets of water catching sunlight on his collarbone, trailing down his defined abs. He was ethereal to look at. Maya's desire for her best friend’s older brother suddenly rushed through her. He was leaner than she remembered from high school, but broader too, sho

that's a red flag - he might like kids. LonelyGirl: 😂😂😂 you are bad. LimberJack: very. now back to the original question princess. LonelyGirl: I reread our chat...often. LimberJack: and... LonelyGirl: I had to throw away my panties. LimberJack: why? 😉 LonelyGirl: you're evil. it turned me on so much that I soaked them. 💦 💦 💦 LimberJack: now there's my naughty girl. that's so hot. so you worked camando. 🥵

~Lyra~ Okay. So. Let me just start by saying last night was… yeah. The filthiest, wettest, hottest, most soul-shaking night of my entire life. I am not exaggerating. I am not being dramatic. I am being so fucking serious. But listen..if you think it ended after he came all over my face, tits, and belly, you are deeply mistaken. Damon doesn’t stop there. He doesn’t just cum on you, say “good girl,” and roll over like some basic ass man. No. He cleans you. He worships you. He claims you all over again while wiping you down like you’re his most prized possession.

"Grazie mille for the donation, Damiano." I waved the documents in front of his frozen gaze, then lifted a plastic canister I had prepared long ago. I twisted the cap, and the sharp reek of alcohol flooded the air. "No…" Damiano mumbled shakily. "The soil here is filthy," I said flatly as the liquid spilled. "So is the air. Every place you knelt, every breath you took… It all makes me sick." After the last drop was gone, I pulled out a box of matches. The match flared to life upon a scratch, its flame reflecting in Damiano's terrified, hopeless gaze.

“Dinara , I never liked you but one thing I appreciated was your love for your talent and patience for me. Arsenio will get the punishment… severe….and you will get worse because My Amore will punish you with her own hands…I will make sure “ Dianra lost her colors, looking at me fit and fine. “The drug?WHy are you standing like this? It was a nerve numbing drug that make you horny” “It won’t affect me baby…..I am Capo not like others. I am having it from my teenages to get habitual my body to it. My Grandad’s teachings! You don’t know me properly, my never would be wife.” “Just wait for your end!” By saying this I stormed out.

"I'm not a public figure, so you probably haven't heard of me. I'm Damien Blackwood. But some people call me the Living Yama." Crain’s eyes widened in sheer, uncontrollable terror. Without warning, a puddle of his own pee, began to form on the floor beneath him, and he began muttering frantically. "No... no, that's impossible," Crain stammered, frantically trying to back away from the man before him. ******

The platform had become a sewer of depravity. The new stream was titled “Kane Sisters – Total Filth.” Over 3.4 million viewers joined instantly, craving the next descent. Sophia and Aurora were dragged into the studio on leashes, already glistening with oil and the remnants of previous use. The air was thick and rancid — a heavy, cloying stench of old cum, stale piss, sour milk, and feminine arousal that clung to the back of the throat. The black mats on the floor were sticky and slick with layers of dried and fresh fluids.

I smirked—she was soaking wet for me, and the thought made me giddy with desire. “Oh, fuck me, Gomez!” she cried out and arched her hips when I started pumping into her with my fingers. I had slipped another finger in and curled it inside of her tight pussy, stretching her out. Her pussy clenched around my fingers. I bit down on my lip, grinding my fingers deeper. “Filthy little slut… you’re soaked and gripping me so tight.” I pressed my mouth to her ear, my voice rough and low. “You love my fingers stuffing your wet pussy, don’t you? Say it.”