Novel & Cerita Filthy

It was all she could muster in response. "Such a bad, dirty girl," he breathed. Again and again his hips bucked into her, breeding her. Neither of them had bothered with protection, but it only made it hotter. Sophie wanted his raw cock, wanted to know that her father's friend was fucking her hard and unprotected. The thought that his cum would drip from her freshly used hole spurred her on further. From pure and untouched to filthy and used. Devon was making her into a slut, his slut, and it only made her hotter. "I'm so bad," she whispered back, voice hitched with pleasure. "Fuck it out of me. Fuck all this dirtiness out of me!"

But the fire raged on-I spun, dropping to my knees in the puddle of our mess, looking up with mascara-streaked, tear-filled eyes. "M-more, Roman?” I sniffed, “let me worship it? Clean your cock with my throat. Fuck my face till I choke and puke! I'm your greedy, crying cum-guzzler -use me again!" His grip crushed my chín, thumb forcing my mouth open as he stroked his still throbbing monster, veins bulging, smeared with our filth.

He purrs in my ears as cups me down there. I moan, my eyes rolling back as my panties soak into me, sticking to my slick lips messy with his cum, like a glove. I feel so filthy and so dirty with our juices so messy in my panties. It's hot, sexy and wrong in the best way. I feel like his exclusive dirty little girl. "Don't you dare clean up, sweetheart." Aziel purrs in my ear, biting my earlobe. "I want my cum warm and sticky against that bad girl pussy till we get to a hotel and wash it up. Untill then I want every people to fucking smell it on you and know that you're taken by me, marked by me."

“Marcus—Lucas—Damien! I’m yours oh God, right there” His pace turned filthy. “You like me rough? Like me owning this tight cunt while I finger your pretty little clit? Because I’m going to ruin you for anyone else down here.” He slapped my ass again, hard, the sting mixing with the deep, relentless fucking. “Come on my cock, Ava. Soak me.” The orgasm hit me like lightning. I clenched around him, thighs shaking, a broken cry tearing from my lips as pleasure crashed over me in waves. Damien didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, longer, harder, until I was a trembling mess against the wall.

Memories of our first night flooded back — raw and filthy. ‎“Not to mention something you enjoyed very much,” he continued, voice low and filthy. “My thick cock thrusting in and out of your tight, sloppy cunt in that slow, torturous pace… the one that had you whining like a desperate whore and squeezing around me so hard, milking me for every drop.” ‎I looked down, blushing furiously, and covered my face with my hands. 'Does this man have no filter?' ‎ ‎He chuckled. “Alright, I’ll let you be… for now.”

“I love being your dirty little wife— hah— don’t stop— I’m so close again!” He reached for something on the side — a thick vibrating toy. He pressed it against my clit while continuing to pound into me. “Oh my god— oh my god—!” My moans turned into desperate, broken sobs of pleasure. “It’s too much— fuck— I’m coming— nngh—!” I shattered hard, squirting around his cock as the orgasm ripped through me. Lucien groaned and came deep inside me, holding me up as my legs gave out. Later in the huge bed, he wasn’t done.

“Caleb… your father is right upstairs… we can’t do this…” “Shut up and spread your legs wider for me,” I snarled, using the word like dirty filth. I shoved two thick fingers deep into her soaked cunt, pumping them hard and fast. The wet squelching sounds were loud in the quiet kitchen. “Fuck, you’re absolutely dripping. Your married pussy is begging for stepson cock.” Her head fell back, massive tits bouncing as I finger-fucked her roughly on the table. She was fighting so hard to stay quiet, her face flushed red with shame and overwhelming pleasure.

The lean one stood to the side, stroking, waiting for his next turn, occasionally reaching under to slap my clit or pinch a nipple. I lost track of how many times I came. Everything was wet and loud—skin slapping, the filthy wet sounds of multiple cocks moving through cum and spit, low groans, the occasional curse when someone finished inside me or across my back. Cum was everywhere by then: dripping out of both holes every time someone pulled out, smeared on my thighs, on my face, in my hair, running down my chin. They kept pushing it back in with their fingers or the next cock, like they didn’t want any of it wasted.

An orgasm was building fast and hard and I hated how much I needed it. I tried to fight it. I tried to stay dry and scared and angry. My body didn’t care. The pleasure kept climbing no matter how hard I shook my head or pushed back against him. He rubbed my clit faster, fucked me deeper, and the sound of my own wetness grew louder and more embarrassing. “You’re gonna come,” he said, almost like he was stating a fact. “You’re gonna come on a stranger’s cock in a dirty alley while people walk right past. And you’re gonna do it with my hand over your mouth so no one hears what a whore you are.”

"I need you to touch me. I need..." I swallowed hard, my face burning red with a mixture of embarrassment and unyielding desire. I had never said these words to a man in my entire life. I didn't even know how to form the sentence, but the desperation in my chest forced it out of my mouth. "Fuck me, Leo," I whispered, the words trembling on my lips. Leo's breath hitched. His eyes widened slightly in the dim hallway light. His cock twitched hard against my hand.