Filthy Pov Novels & Stories

‘Ruin Luka and my Erhai dream! ‘How dare you ruin someone else’s hard-earned money just like that!’ He said it was filthy? He said all this money was filthy? She sold her own dignity and her soul in exchange for this money… Who gave her biological father the right to say that she was filthy! To say that this money was filthy! He did not know anything at all! He said this was filthy money, hence he ripped them apart just like that? Ha ha ha... “Ha ha ha ha…”

Never! “Take this and wipe your sweat before we go in,” Diana said, passing a dirty handkerchief to Tyler, who didn’t mind how it looked and used it anyway. *Scoff* Diana was a mother I knew to always nag whenever she saw dirt around her. But now, she uses dirty things and doesn't mind. One thing poverty will do to you is: it will change the nature of your person, and you will begin to live life anyhow you see it, just to survive. All you'd care about is just sleeping and waking up, not how you look or what you want.

You are a monster," Ava cursed. "I can be one in bed too." He smiled at Ava coyly. Ava almost vomited when she tried to imagine her and Fillip. Fillip wasn't ugly, but there are two shades of ugly. The skin shade and the soul shade The worst one is the soul shade. Your appearance doesn't count, but how you interact with people does. People like Fillip are ugly in their souls. They treat people like dirt and take advantage of weak and innocent people. "Sure, good for you; it is none of my business."

MOONA POV Posh guy isn’t so much of a dick as I thought he would be. I normally hate rich people – they look down their noses when I pass them on the street like they’re so much better than me. But being rich doesn’t give you a free pass out of Dumbville. Having money doesn’t make your shit smell any better than mine. I thought I’d hate this guy, Cain, but I don’t. Even though he’s a negligent asshole with his fencing, and his temper is as hot as mine, he doesn’t seem like an absolute total douche.

The wet squelching sounds were so damn filthy. “So full,” Sophia moaned. “I can feel your cum sloshing inside me with every thrust. It’s so dirty and hot.” Victor reached around and played with her clit while fucking her slower but deeper this time. “You’re going to take another load. Then I’m eating it out of you.” He built her up again, talking dirty the whole time. “Imagine if Mark woke up and came out here and see his brother balls-deep in his wife, filling her with cum. You’d probably cum even harder, wouldn’t you, you filthy slut?”

Adriana’s POV The cold water from the shower overhead trickled down my face and skin, leaving a numb chillness in its wake and despite the fact that I was bathing with clean water and I could perceive the sweet scenting soap on my skin, I still felt really dirty and stinky, like filth. “No matter what you do Adriana, you’re filth and filth you’ll remain for as long as you live!” Amy’s harsh words rang in my ears like music from a broken tape, and for the first time in my life, I welcomed it.

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.”

’ Inner Devil 2: ‘He’s the fantasy starter pack: filthy mouth, perfect abs, loyal heart, and the kind of possessiveness that makes you feel safe and scandalous all at once. Inner Devil 1: ‘His mouth isn’t even that filthy. It’s… poetic.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Okay. Poetic filthy, then.’

Like she was some property. What kind of a father is he? I felt my control slipping bit by bit as I watched his smug face. “But that's not how apologies work,” I muttered and his smile dropped. “You tainted my name. You should pay for it.” The air around us suddenly shifted. “Oh dear, we both know who the public believe,” he drawled, his lips curling into a smirk. “A helpless father over a husband with an uncontrollable temper. ” I froze. “What?"

Rebecca lay in the center of the cum-and-piss-soaked floor like a demolished fucktoy. Her prolapsed cunt hung out in a massive, swollen pink rosebud, constantly drooling thick rivers of seed mixed with urine. Her asshole was a ruined, puffy crater that gaped obscenely wide, farting bubbles of cum with every shallow breath. Her throat was raw and bruised, tits covered in bite marks, hickeys, and dried fluids. Makeup long ruined, hair matted with spit and cum—she looked exactly like what she had become: a completely corrupted, greedy cumdump who had betrayed every boundary for this night of ultimate depravity.