Filthy Rich Artinya Novels & Stories

“Is the high-class champagne that costs 8,800 per bottle only worthy of being used by them to wash their hands and feet with? Rich people are indeed… Astounding. D*mn, d*mn…” “Hehe. Poverty has put a limit on my imagination. I need to starve myself to purchase liquor like that. I’d even have to think carefully before taking a single sip, and yet you people are actually using it to wash your hands and feet?” “What does it mean to be filthy rich? Just look at these people, and you’ll know…” “Is this what being surrounded by money looks like? Amazing, Stanley.” “Indeed, he’s a tycoon. Ahh… Do you need girls to pour alcohol for you? If it really comes to it, I don’t mind cleaning the toilets too

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

They’re weak and feel like jelly. He fishes out some paper towels and cleans himself up with them. When I extend my hand to him for some, he shakes his head. “You’re going to walk out of here with my cum running down your thighs.” Fuck. Who knew professor Kade was a dirty talker? When my brain can function again, I tug my panties up my thighs and wear my leggings, ignoring the lines of cum that trickle down my thighs. It’s dirty but it’s so fucking hot.

"You must know what I'm thinking," "How to get rich quick through pesugihan(1)?" ======================== 1) Pesugihan means dealing with demons/spirits in hoping that it will make him/her rich.

My moans turned into desperate cries echoing softly in our hidden spot. “Beg for it,” he growled against my pussy, the vibrations making me clench. “Tell me what a desperate cock-hungry slut you are.” “I—I’m a desperate slut,” I gasped, shame and arousal mixing into something filthy and addictive. “Please make me cum again. I need it so bad.”

"What's your definition of filthy rich guy?" "A cool sum of millions in his bank account. The one who runs his own business company with competent, loyal and smart employees," she tried to answer as straight as she could. "I'm afraid you'll end up being an old maid." Instead of countering his comment, Elaine chose to ask him questions. "Have you ever experienced being treated like shit and being looked down on because of your financial status? Did someone ever slap you on the wrist as if you never did something good your whole life?"

he groaned, pumping deeper, scissoring and curling his fingers against a certain spot that made me feel something close to heaven. “Is this how wet I make you? Does this tight little pussy get soaked just for me?” he groaned. “Yes— oh god, yes,” I moaned, grinding desperately on his hand. “I’m so fucking wet for you. I'm aching, God…” “Look at you…” he breathed, almost to himself. “You’re shaking.” He finger-fucked me like a starved man, dirty praise spilling from his lips. “Such a greedy little cunt. So tight. So fucking desperate to be ruined.”

His other hand ripped my thong aside to ram three thick fingers into my sloppy, fertile hole "Jesus, this cunt's a fucking swamp," he grunted against my tit, finger-fucking me brutally, thumb grinding my clit. "Starving for your ex's dick. Beg louder! scream for me, baby. Scream for my cock like the needy cumslut you are.”