Filthy Pov Novels & Stories

I groaned. He moved his finger in and out, curling it hard. Faster, and even faster as he continued, then he sent another finger. Using his thumb to circle my clit as his fingers curled inside my pussy. I felt pleasured, now I only wanted to get smashed nothing mattered anymore. I was rocking my waist as he finger-fucked me, he sent his finger in and out pussy curling it hard till I cummed on his finger. “Oh fuck, this maid is a loosed tap” he said sleazily. “I am about to have a taste of you myself”

The wall was cold at my back. He started thrusting into me, hard and fast, his hands under my thighs and holding me up with his hips slamming into mine. He fucked me like we had five minutes left before the world ended. “Fuck,” he panted. “You feel unreal.” I couldn’t even speak. My head hit the wall and my hands clawed at his back. “You like this?” he growled. “Yes—god—yes.” “Being fucked against the wall in broad daylight?” “Yes.” “You want someone to walk in and see how filthy you are?”

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. 🥵

I'm not sure if it was on intentional or not, but they made a wonderful duo. It irritated me a little. What was the deal with filthy affluent folks being so appealing? Wasn't the fact that they had money enough? Did they have to steal everyone's wonderful looks as well? It was so unjust. Or maybe I was just too cynical. That was something I had to work on.

I preferred the ones who made me earn it. “You don’t have a pimp waiting outside,” I said. “No boyfriend skimming your tips. No powder ring on your keys. No OnlyFans link feeding the same men pretending to hate you.” I held her eyes and listed it like inventory. “Your file is clean where I need it to be. You’re the cleanest kind of dirty. Which makes you useful.” Her laugh punched low and sharp. “Useful. That what you call women you get hard for and pretend you don’t?”

Third Person Pov Donna woke up with a throbbing pussy like very other day. She had already made up her mind to visit the new neighbours. A body needed a fast, hard, dirty fuck. She didn't care anymore that she was gonna cheat on Matthews. She was damn sure if she was the one denying him her cunt, he would be fucking anything that breathed, not caring about her feelings. Maybe he was fucking one of the women at church. Maybe he didn't find her attractive. Maybe he was gay.

'Protect your fat asses you stinky ass, shitty personality, extremely arrogant, ugly faced, terribly smelly and always growling, unmannered, no class mutts because the danger is coming your way. I thought to myself, knowing what I am going to do tonight very well because that's what happens, everytime I visit a club which is more than thrice a week. Yeah I visit this clubs frequently because along with those shitty liquor and fucking drugs, what's sold their is information about each and everything if one offers a good price. Their information is trustworthy and reliable, they maintain the confidentiality of their customers, due to their this terms I prefer letting them do my dirty laundry w

🤤 Rose opened the container and was about to hand it to him— Suddenly— A girl came and slapped her hand aside. The entire kheer fell to the ground. Rose froze. Then her face turned red with anger. 😡 Garv and her friend looked equally furious. They looked up— A girl stood there, dressed in a white one-piece, high heels, heavy makeup… and arrogance. Two people stood behind her. She said coldly, “Don’t you know? This seat belongs to us.” 😡 “No one sits here except us.”

I grew up in a terrible caravan park on the edge of town, with a mom who drank too much and a dad who was in debt and angry. I had worked hard and gotten scholarships to go to Eldridge, but the rising cost of tuition was too much for me. I started out waiting tables, then stripping at smaller clubs, and finally Marcus found me for Inferno. The money was dirty, but it paid the bills. And the excitement? It fed something dark in me the power of being wanted, even if it wasn't real. Elliott's third finger joined in, making me

“Family’s going to be home any minute. Better clean up… unless you want my brother to see what a filthy cumdump his little sister really is.” *End of Collection